with social media.
Samuel wasn’t a frequent user of social networks, but he opened the app store on his phone and downloaded each app on the front page without hesitation. Then he began searching relentlessly for Silhouette in each one.
The account hadn’t been active in ages. The comments below the last post were filled with messages from strangers.
[Does anyone have contact with Silhouette? I’m an artist and wanted to reference her photography, but I can’t find
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her anywhere.]
[Why has Silhouette’s account been deactivated?]
[Please come back, Silhouette! Your Four Seasons photo series was so beautiful. Winter’s almost here. Why are you gone?]
Samuel’s frustration boiled over as he quickly exited the app.
The cold, hard truth was right in front of him. Isabella had not only deactivated her bank card, but she had also erased every trace of herself from her social media accounts
Desperate, Samuel turned to a less secure platform, hoping to find a loophole. He called customer service, his voice edged with frustration.
The representative answered in a polite, formulaic tone. “Hello, my name is Sally. How may I assist you today?”
Without wasting time, Samuel got straight to the point. “I’m the husband of the user Silhouette. Please help me restore her account information.”
Sally didn’t hesitate. “Certainly. Please have the user contact us directly and provide the necessary identification.”
“She’s missing,” Samuel replied sharply.
“I’m sorry, but we cannot violate user privacy. Please-”
“Do you not understand? She’s missing!” Samuel snapped. ‘My wife is missing, and she could be in danger. You manage the platform. If something happens to her, you’ll be held responsible! I’ll sue you!”
His frantic threats hung in the air, but the customer service representative remained calm and unaffected.
“I’m sorry, sir. We can’t assist you with this matter. If you need information on a user, you’ll need to go through the courts.”
Sally’s tone was polite but offered no room for negotiation.
It was like being doused in ice water on a freezing winter morning. Samuel took a breath, trying to control his rising anger. He softened his tone, a last–ditch attempt. “Please. I’m begging you. My wife is in real danger. Don’t you have any compassion? Can’t you help me just this once?”
There was silence on the other end of the line.
A few moments later, Samuel’s voice, already trembling with fear, cracked into something near pleading. “I don’t have time. My wife left without saying anything, and I’m really scared something has happened to her. This account is my last hope…”
His words broke, and he could barely continue through the sobs that choked his throat. His heart twisted with regret and fear, knowing he might never get another chance.
Perhaps moved by his persistence and genuine concern for his wife, Sally finally relented. “Alright, sir. I’ll escalate your request to our higher–ups. However, the restoration process will depend on their final decision.”
Samuel nearly dropped the phone in relief, flooding Sally on the other end with his thanks. Then came the agonizing wait.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was able to see the hidden information in the Silhouette account.
