It’s been three days since I fled Strawberry Fields in the dead of night.
During the cab ride back to Manhattan, I emailed June, informing her of my decision. I kept it brief. I texted Zoe, begging she forgive me for just taking off without saying goodbye. I promised I’d see her again. I just didn’t know when. I emailed Dr. Carter and asked if he would oversee the duration of the trials. He agreed.
I then switched my phone off and did the same thing with my mind.
I only woke when the taxi driver pulled up to the curb, and my home, soaring into the Manhattan skyline, came into view. I thought I would be happy to be home, but coming back here is like admitting defeat.
I made my way into the foyer, thankful Pablo, the front desk manager, gave me a spare key. I then rode the elevator ride
