"Welcome back," Elara whispered.
The terminal beeped twice, then spat out a thin strip of paper. On it, in crisp black letters: .
Elara made her choice. She typed REINTEGRATE .
Elara's throat tightened. She wasn't here to wake her. She was here to terminate the contract. Someone—a lawyer, a ghost from before the wipe—had paid the fee. The woman's former life had caught up with her, even after she'd tried to drown it.