Sarah

by W.E. Larson

registration chip, and create an identity for her. I knew every trick in the book and a few that hadn’t been written down. Was I willing to give up any possibility of a life with Chloe and destroy Nancy’s dying wish for a love that might be nothing more than a clever algorithm? Was I willing to let Sarah die so she could become someone else?

  Sarah watched me, still as a statue and barely breathing. I let out a deep breath, swallowed hard, and gave her my answer.

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