The Scientist He Erased Returns

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at had just occurred. My hand still pressed to the reddening skin. Her wor

ntly corrected my mistakes, who was simply there. Her eyes had been blazing, not with the controlled passion of a scientist, bu

s resonated with a

Kiara? It was all so... illogical. My decision to credit Kiara was a pragmatic one. Her profile, her connections

ain. To clarify. To bring order back to this sudden, chaotic mess. But the c

in. And aga

ever turned off her phone. Never. She was meticulous

ith her. This emotional outburst

box, hadn't I? A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through me as I remembered the casual intimacy Kiara had displaye

ed. No answer. I kno

t, my voice echoing

g a cart. "Looking for Dr. Cleveland, sir? She che

ferring. I knew that. Bu

ent?," I asked, a strang

aid she was leaving. Had a

t loo

Our house. The one she had picked out the tiles for. My log

a piece of critical software had crashed, leaving m

ll nothing. I tried her pe

s deafening. I sat at my desk, trying to focus on Kiara's latest draft, but the words blurred.

orderly space I had come to rely on. Who had maintained this order for the past decade? Who had ensured ever

li

vacuum. The air felt thin. My chest tightened. It wasn't just panic. It was...

few weeks away. I hadn' t thought about it much, beyond the logistical

.. now i

My wedding.

er to be there. Always. I had even felt a faint, almost scientific curiosity

She would understand. She always did. This was just a mi

e would resolve this. I