"Stop!" I didn't mean to scream. The microphone could pick up the word even if I whispered. My hands trembled as I took off the headset, staring at the two computer screens on my desk. One screen held the text, while the other played out the scene, now frozen in time. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. The boy named Reggie still sat there, watching Bree too close. He didn't belong. I didn't create him. My...