The morning after she shared her picture, the girl woke earlier than usual. She was still tired, and her blanket was warm, but her first thought wasn’t about the day ahead. It was about what might have happened while she was asleep.

She reached toward the nightstand, found the shining surface, and turned it on.

Her picture was still there.

Beside it were new marks, more than she had seen before falling asleep. She sat up, pulled the blanket over her knees, and began looking through them one by one.

Some of the people who had seen the picture were familiar. Children from school, friends she hadn’t seen in a long time, faces she sometimes passed in the hallways. But there were unfamiliar names, too, and faces she couldn’t remember ever seeing.

She stopped at one of them.