Gone For Good
“Susie, today is our—”
On the phone, my tone was careful.
“There’s something going on at work. Eat by yourself. An anniversary can be celebrated any time. Stop bothering me!”
In her memory, she had impatiently hung up, then pulled Mark into her arms…
Now, through the chip’s connection, Susie clearly felt the heartbreak I had experienced in that moment.
That stabbing sense of abandonment made her feel violently uncomfortable. She almost gagged from the physical reaction.
But what followed were even more unbearable memories.