Chapter 15“Are you sure you're all right?” Frank asked.
“Of course not,” Janet said, wiping fresh tears from her face. “But that won't stop me.”
After the phone call to Doctor Winters had ended, Janet had searched the biomainframe and had traced her own history of doorport transmissions back to age twenty-eight.
But no further.
Janet Thompson hadn't existed before age twenty-eight.
“I love you so much, Frank Thompson,” Janet whispered.
“I love you more than you know, Janet Thompson,” he replied.
She wept into his shoulder as she'd never wept before.
When she pulled away, he wouldn't look at her.
“I know you don't want me to go.”
Frank bit his lip. “What I want isn't important. It's what you need to do. It's what you were meant to do.”
Spoken truer than you know, Janet thought, n
