The Last SeenRohan hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours. Not since the call. Not since the words “flatlined at 10:02 PM” shattered his world.Kavya was gone. A hit-and-run on a rain-slicked road. He’d held her hand at the hospital until it turned cold.Now he lay in the dark, thumb hovering over her WhatsApp chat. Her display picture—her laughing at a café—felt like a knife. He opened it anyway, expecting the hollow comfort of “last seen forever ago.”But the text read: last seen today at 2:17 AM.His blood chilled. She died at 10 PM. That was over four hours later.Glitch, he told