He uninstalled it. The icon shattered like glass and dissolved.
Then he noticed the counter. Bottom left of the app. A number: . Instagram Hacker V 3.7.2 58
The number glowed. A reminder. He wasn't the only one with this power. Someone—or something—had built this app. Someone had used it 57 times before him. He thought about those 57 people. Did they start with revenge? Did they end with something worse? Did they ever stop? He uninstalled it
He could shift blame. He could add a line of dialogue where he was the victim. He could erase the moment he'd laughed when she'd confessed her deepest fear. His cursor hovered over the "Apply" button. Instagram Hacker V 3.7.2 58