But as Elena read, the text would begin to change. The names of the streets in the book would shift to the streets in her neighborhood. The description of Guinevere Beck’s blouse would suddenly match the shirt Elena was wearing right now.
He imagined the progress bar crawling across her screen. 10%... 40%... 85%. With every percent, he felt himself drifting closer to her. He wasn't just a character in a story; he was a virus of the heart. He would sit in her "Downloads" folder, nestled between a PDF of a syllabus she’d never read and a JPEG of a sunset she didn't take. You- Caroline Kepnes.epub
Elena would drop her tablet, the screen cracking against the floor, but the story wouldn't stop. The epub was already indexed. He was in her cloud now. He was in her sync history. But as Elena read, the text would begin to change