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
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