ly dark except for the

nees. He was scrolling through a backlog of corporate legal docume

r click

ength silk robe. She carried a tray with a glass of warm

to the desk and

te," Jessenia said softly. "The d

en. "The company didn't stop runnin

he desk and sat on the edge of the sofa, leaving a safe distanc

p," she said. "If you see

p and set it aside. He looked at the album. He rea

the snow in Aspen. They were wearing ski gear. Harlan had his arm wrap

e how to ski that weekend. I was terr

ared at t

d dollars to seamlessly splice her face onto the body of a blonde model

them kissing on a yacht in Monaco

ut as he stared at his own face in the pictures, his chest felt completely hollow

of them sitting on a bench in Central Park.

rowed. He leaned

to visual data. He analyzed market trends

r at the right side of Jes

this taken?" Harlan as

, it was the afternoon. Around three

by the oak tree behind the bench indicates

ne is falling forward. The light source hitting your face is coming f

in the study p

had missed a microscopic lighting angle. Ha

yes were terrifyingly sharp. He

tinct kicked in. She di

s. She stood up abruptly, her silk robe swirling around her legs.

os?" Jessenia raised her voice. "What k

essie, the lighting

wn her cheek. "I used a FaceTune app on my phone! I thought my face looked fat in t

an f

into a mundane, embarrassing female insecurity. The shee

a shield. She let out a broken sob. "I show you our memories, and you a

deep guilt washed over his face. He rubbed the

"My brain is just... it's looking for

rned on her heel and ran out of the study,

hut behind her. She slid down

arp. She couldn't beat his brain. She had to by