Back at the apartment, I packed one small suitcase. I took a few changes of clothes, the worn book my father had given me and my grandfather’s old drafting pencils.
Seven years of framed photographs stayed on the shelves. I left the closet doors open and moved through the rooms without knocking anything over.
The expensive shirts Elena had chosen for me stayed in the closet. Her Christmas watch stayed in its drawer.
The shirts and watch belonged to the man she displayed at company dinners. I packed what I had owned before Eternal Vow existed.
With the suitcase beside the door, I sat at my workstation and signed into Eternal Vow’s servers. I still had super-administrator access to the firewalls I had built.
She had given me that access for production emergencies and never taken it back
