Once we reached the part of the journey that had to remain confidential, the professor held out his hand for my phone. "From now on, you're known by your project ID. Your previous identity, personal relationships, and communication records are temporarily suspended."I nodded. "Got it."The city was slowly turning into a barren wasteland outside. I leaned back in my seat. For the first time in years, I did not have to worry about someone messaging me and asking me to run an errand, edit something, or clean up another mess.It was quiet—way too quiet.At the same time, Melissa's celebration had begun back in Imperia. Yves stood on a ladder, hanging the last strip of lights. Xavier was in charge of the projector, while Christian cut the cake open. Ronald checked the time. It was five after seven, and I was not there yet. He texted me, "Where are you?"It did not go through. He was stunned, then he texted, "Don't you dare block me, Helena." That message did not go through either.
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