“But the paperwork was valid.

Pre-signed contingencies.” And he turned the tablet around to face me, and there it was — Flynn’s signature, bold and arrogant and as familiar to me as my own name, and beneath it my name, printed and authorized and executed.

The date.

The time.

Every field filled, everything precise, everything final.

Chapter 5 — Everything Erased

“You are no longer covered under Mr.

Locke’s insurance,” the administrator went on, unaware that he was reading me the inventory of my own erasure.