The last thing CBIP.0023 recorded was his whisper: “I always did love watching you walk home from school.”
Then the light went out.
He opened his eyes. They were the same fierce blue that had taught her to ride a bike, to sharpen a scalpel, to forgive. “Elara,” he whispered, “I’ve already said goodbye three times. I’m tired of saying it. Let me stay .” cbip.0023