The ball finds the shooter in the corner. Swish. Three points.

Tonight is the EuroLeague semifinal. Žalgiris vs. Real Madrid. The biggest game in a decade.

Lukas doesn’t cheer. He doesn’t cry. He just sits there, the blue light of washing over his face. He clicks the “share” icon, copies the link, and opens his father’s old, silent email address.

“See, sūnau? He knew where his friend would be before he even looked.”