There should’ve been melancholic background music for the way I felt sending Dad off to work. We spent the whole time he took to recover with each other.
Agents came to our house, but I had Dad ignore them all. We received a ton of notices, or those absence notifications. Arian told me to throw them all away, and I did. Dad had shown me his own Platform ID card, and all his information was secured and correct. There were no unknowns, like Rowen had mentioned, but what did those mean?
“Bye, sweetie,” he said, pecking my forehead. I watched sullenly as he got into his car. The only relief that clung on to me was the fact that all the colour in his eyes and lips and cheeks had come back. He was more alive.
Across the street, I saw a familiar man with a mailbag. Every house got an envelope,
