what it meant to have built something that could survive you.
He took my hand. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take care of everything outside.”
I looked at him for a long moment.
“Yes,” I said. “You will.”
The operating room doors opened. Cold air brushed my face. Bright lights opened above me. As anesthesia dragged me under, Lena sent the message.
Begin.
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