Lost Media Novels & Stories

Nearly fifteen minutes later, she returned with an elderly records manager. "I'm sorry," the old man said with an awkward expression. "The files from that year are no longer here." Livia's brows knitted together. "What do you mean they aren't here? They should be." He sighed heavily. "There was a flood in our archive basement several years ago. A number of old paper records were damaged beyond recovery. The remaining files were supposed to be digitized, but some of them... disappeared before the process was completed." "Disappeared? How does an entire year's worth of medical records simply disappear?" I repeated sharply.

It was a PR stunt meant to whitewash the peace. When a yellowed photo appeared on the screen, my breath suddenly stopped—it was my mother, taken during a free clinic in the slums a month before she died. The host spoke in a sentimental tone: "The establishment of the Moretti Foundation stems from the dying wish of the late Mrs. Moretti. She dedicated her life to eliminating the trauma caused by violence..." Just then, I heard mean whispers coming from the booth behind me. "Dante, look. The Mafia are such good actors."

“You’re allowed to give me a moment to do it.” He accepted that. Picked up his keys. “It was your writing that made me think of it,” he said. “So it would be yours too, if you wanted it to be. Not mine with your name attached. Yours, with whatever support I can offer.” He left. I stood in the kitchen for a long time after the front door closed. I called Kendrick at ten. “Question,” I said when he picked up. “Always a bad sign,” he said. “If someone wanted to use a platform to advocate for better support and research funding around pregnancy loss. Real advocacy, not just content. Could that be a direction?”

" Terrified, Julian scrambled to his feet and fled without looking back. Nancy stood alone in the house that had not changed at all. Regret wrapped around her so tightly she could barely breathe. She had believed Julian brought excitement back into her life. She had convinced herself she no longer needed me. However, now, realizing that even the last bond between us had never truly existed, silent tears slipped down her cheeks. This was the first time since bringing Julian and Rory into the house that she had cried because she missed me. She urged her assistant again and again to find me. When she heard once more that there was still no trace of me, she finally broke. She smashed everything

The sight made her stomach drop. “No,” she whispered, rushing forward. She frantically pressed buttons, trying to regain control. Nothing responded. Jake’s voice was grim. “They were wiped.” Her hands shook as she tried again, refusing to accept it. “They can’t be.” Lucas walked in then, arms crossed. “They are.” Lila slammed her fist against the desk. “This doesn’t make sense. Even if someone breached the system, there should still be backups.” Jake exchanged a look with Lucas before speaking carefully. “That’s the thing. The backups are gone too. Every single one.”

Bob? - Of course. And I was not talking about losing, losing. I was referring to the fact that when a person is missing you go through the hell that is inevitable. But that person is just missing, maybe one day you will be reunited. Only death has no solution. - What makes you say she is not dead?

I asked again, successfully snatching my cellphone back. I am left speechless as I see that my gallery is empty. All the pictures I have saved since high school are gone. I had just recovered them on my G****e Drive before I forgot the password to my G***l account. Only memories remain with me from a time when my life wasn't miserable yet, and now even those are gone. They have been completely erased. The weight of my emotions overwhelms me, leaving me with nothing else to do but silently let my tears flow.

Inside, he found a storage card. In this age, most computers and phones couldn't directly read storage cards anymore. Henley remembered the video recorder Joanna had left behind—the one thing she had kept. On the day she left, she had burned everything related to her in their home, even the data in their computers and cloud storage. For the entire year, Henley had only been able to hold onto a few photos on his phone as his memories of her. Now, suddenly receiving a video she had left behind, he trembled with excitement.

Could see it in his face. "All the security footage from your property," he said, looking at Lolette now. "Everything stored on their servers, all the backup files—it was all destroyed."