Reclaiming My Life, Redefining Love

in a coma, a miracle, Dr. Reed called me. My memory, a slow

k. It was my old professor, Dr. Reed, holding

e, looking older, his face etched with ambition, not

his voice flat

on my doorstep with a triumphant smile, her arm wrapped ar

k announced, looking at her with pr

nt – he was engaged. A month after that, her c

nquisitive voice now clipped, devoted to Chloe. My home

rk snarled, his patience gone. "You'll just have to

ne. I saw him

voice calm and ev

hought he had destroyed. My purpose here wasn

ushed out, blaming my "legacy system

r log. "The command came from your smartwatch, Chloe. You

ontorted with manufactured

spat, blocking my path. "Some

park," I demanded.

ot your company's property, Mark," I replied

n empty threat. He kne