It began like any ordinary morning. Coffee, sunlight, the low hum of waking up. I was on Facebook, my mind still a little hazy, when I clicked on a harmless-looking ad.
And then — chaos.
Alarms. Sirens. A pop-up screaming that my MacBook Pro had been breached, that I needed to call “Apple Support” immediately. I did. That one decision opened a door I can’t quite close.
