This story starts with a lost email.
Annie Hudson had spent weeks crafting the text. She was documenting tiny elements of a memory — events so ordinary that they would certainly be forgotten, yet so treasured that she wanted to keep hold.
She wanted the email to be perfect. Kept tinkering, revising. It lived in the "Drafts" folder on her iPhone.
Then, came a notice: "Software Update." Annie followed the prompts. Her phone got up-to-date fixes. The draft of the email disappeared.