Jim stretched and pulled out his tablet. It was the one thing in the house he could be sure wasn’t bugged, because he’d bought it himself with money he’d stashed away for years. He didn’t exactly regret marrying Josie, but the sacrifices he’d made to make it happen, never left his mind.
He’d more or less adjusted to the lack of privacy. And the celibacy. He could live with the occasional television appearance, even if it made his skin crawl. Josie was alive and that was what mattered. And hey, living in a nice house big enough for dogs wasn’t exactly a bum deal.
He scanned the headlines on his news app. Most of them were the same as they were on his “official” news app, the one his in-laws helpfully curated for him. It wasn’t like the news didn’t affect the saved and the damned alike, al
