On graduation day, I left with my old backpack, same as always.The cameras in the apartment caught me walking down the hall, heading for the bus stop.My parents assumed I was on my way to school.At the next stop, I transferred to the airport bus.There was nothing in that home worth taking.Two changes of clothes, my admission papers, and a photo my grandmother left me filled the whole suitcase.At the airport, I took out my old SIM card, snapped it in half, and dropped it in the trash.The sixty thousand dollars in image compensation had already landed in my account.With the scholarship and years of part-time savings, it was enough to settle down in Berlin.Before boarding, I opened Prism one last time.Grant was testing the streaming equipment in the Alpine mansion.Rachel set a golden sign reading "Welcome Home, Emma" in front of the camera.Lily sat on the couch, looking sour.They were all waiting for the ceremony to end.I closed the page and boarded the plane.For six years,
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