Reborn Without Sarah

in Paris, now seemed tainted. He could almost smell Alex on her, a faint, cloying scent of ambition and deceit that clung to everything she touched. He grabb

iator that clanked all night. They had nothing but each other, and it had been enough. He remembered painting the walls themselves, laughing as they splattered yellow paint on each other's faces. He remembered th

because she didn't want to leave her budding career at the marketing firm she had started with her father's money. He had chosen her, always. He had poured his energy into their lif

cheap, disposable burner. He knew, even before he turned it on, that his life was about to split into a before and an after. The screen lit up, and there it was, a string of messages between her and Alex. Not ju

the house screaming. A strange, cold calm had settled over him. He slipped the phone back where he found it, closed the glove compartment, and walked back into the house a

d language they used right in front of him. He saw how Alex was slowly integrating himself into every aspect of his life, not just hi

pulling his future toward it. Dr. Chen had called it "Lethe," after the river of forgetfulness in the underworld. One dose