Elena looked from her screen to the dusty ruler. She didn’t need a ghost. She had a community. Somewhere in a dozen different countries, a dozen different coders had built this tool for no reason other than they believed a line belonged to anyone who needed to draw one.
“Try this,” Leo said, sliding a battered flash drive across the table. On it, scratched in permanent marker, were two words: LibreCAD.
“School computer lab. It’s what we use when the fancy stuff is taken.” He shrugged. “It’s free. And it doesn’t yell at you.”
“Mom, are you drawing?” Leo, all of twelve and already a tinkerer, leaned over her shoulder.
It was like finding an old friend’s number in a forgotten notebook.