Each expansion was a rabbit hole. The node grew branches. The branches grew leaves. Every leaf was a "Click to expand." She stopped counting after two hundred.
Beneath it, the final link:
The second click opened a memory she had never lived: her father, alone in a parked car six months before she was born, erasing a voicemail he’d left for another woman. A secret that had no record. A silence given text. confluence click to expand