Reclaiming My Life, Redefining Love

tep, a commotion erupted from the

as crying

tantly filled with an urgent concern I had never see

ll boy, about two years old, was in her arms, wailing. He had a scratch on his a

but I knew the performance was for me. "The new automated patio shade! It m

ely one of Chloe's own projects. A vanit

continued, her voice rising in pitch. She shot a sharp, accusatory

inting me as a threat, my lingering influence as a poison in the system. It was

king about," Mark snarled. "Your

the wall, its screen displaying a live diagnostic of the patio syste

Chloe instinctively tightened her grip, pul

said, my voice clear and stea

d to retract the shade was manually overridden, with the safety sensors

ze from the sc

at the infinity-loop prototype on her wrist. "You made the shade re

he theatrical tears vanish

ck from the dead and the first thing you

fear. "This is what she is now. She's broken. Damaged. She's trying to hurt us, hurt

dangerous' legacy code, to paint u

his body blocking my path. Hi

mething you didn't. You couldn't stand that Chloe saved your company, that she an

nd me that in the three years I was gone, he h

ing his tirade. "The full core programm

are nothing to this company anymore. You are a guest in this house, a house that belongs to

ngerously low. "Spark is mine. And if you don't give me access, I wi

of fear. He remembered my skills. He knew that threat wasn'