Over the next few days, Jacob installed countermeasures. He fitted the apartment with RF signal detectors to catch any unauthorized transmissions. He replaced the window panels with smart glass layered with EM shielding, preventing external laser microphones from capturing sound. He added firewall nodes to the automated system, blocking any intrusion attempts.
“Now,” he said, hugging me and kissing my temple,
“You’re safe. I’ll be leaving for London in a week. My graduation is in three weeks. I want you to come, but I know your schedule is tight.”
I nodded, tears pricking my eyes. “I’ll try.”
The next six days, I buried myself in academics, as usual — making up for the lost time — Coursework, assignments, test prep — I drowned in it, grateful for the distraction. Every page I turned, e
