The line stayed quiet. Seeing that Mark didn't answer, I hung up.I was still turning everything over in my head when my grandmother and father walked in with a guest.The man had a head full of white hair, carried an old-fashioned wooden pipe, and trailed a pitch-black cat behind him."This is my granddaughter, Kelsey," my grandmother said to the old man, all worried. "Check her out. See if there's something off on her.She then turned to me. "Kelsey, this is the man I told you about. You can call him Ivor."They welcomed him into the house. I couldn't help but feel that ever since the cat stepped inside, it locked its shiny eyes right on me and didn't blink once.I sat down, swallowed hard, and told Ivor everything that had been happening, including how my code kept getting copied, how my ideas were stolen, and how Nicole even seemed to know random thoughts in my head.But I left out the part about being reborn.Ivor said, his smile slipping into something serious, "So, you
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