She scrolled through her memories.

“Where the hell is it?” She thought.

She knew she had 276 memories in this folder. The memory of that was stored in a different folder on her Google Drice.

But there were only 275 memories. And these weren’t just any memories - these were “sacred.”

The folder was even labeled as such: “Shannon’s Sacred Scenes.”

Her stomach was in a knot. She knew a sacred memory was gone, but she didn’t know how, and she literally didn’t know what it was about.

“Fuck. Why did I use my biometrics at the gas station? I knew that place was shady as hell.”