Redemption’s Sweet Surprise
The coffee in my mug lost all its heat. The warm, sunlit kitchen hardened into a diorama of a life we’d just been living, now under glass and observation. Keila, sensing the shift in atmospheric pressure, looked between us, her shoelace forgotten.
“What’s a legacy system?” she asked.
“A problem from a previous version,” Luther said, his voice deliberately even. He placed the tablet face down on the counter. “One we will solve. Finish your breakfast, Keila. Optimal day requires optimal fuel.”
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