Three days left until my complete disappearance.
Lying in my inbox was an email attachment sent by Mr. Cooper—a filing receipt stamped with a red seal. The "Agreement on the Gratuitous Transfer and Relinquishment of Shares" had officially entered the public notice period in the industrial and commercial system.
I clicked archive and conveniently cleared all browsing history on this personal laptop I had used for three years.
At dinner time, Philip uncharacteristically came home on time, even carrying two bottles of the sparkling water I usually drank.
He was in an exceptionally good mood today. The Series C money gave him ample confidence; even the action of taking off his suit jacket carried a bit of unconcealable smugness.
"Wifey, the day after tomorrow is the three-year anniversary
