The Heart Never Forgets
Daniel was already at the console, his fingers moving like a pianist’s, bypassing the final firewalls.
"Ready," Daniel whispered, his eyes fixed on the stage. "Jane, this is it. Once I flip this switch, the whole world watches."
I walked out onto the small balcony over the ballroom floor. I stood in the spotlight, ash falling from my dress like gray snow. I wasn't the victim anymore. I was the witness.
One by one, the guests stopped talking. They looked up and saw the girl they thought had died in the fire. I held the chip high, my eyes locked on the giant LED screen, waiting for the final blow to land.
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