“I finally managed to escape…”
“And now you’re telling me I’m not even a person? That I’m just a walking string of genetic code?”
Grace stood up, her emotions on the verge of collapsing.
“If I’m the key, does that mean I’m the problem? ”
“If I just erase myself from the equation, will this nightmare finally end?”
As she spoke, she grabbed a fruit knife from the table and moved to slice her own wrist.
If this was wrong, and that was wrong, she might as well end it all.
“Grace!”
A sharp roar.
Damien rushed over, snatched the knife from her hand, and threw it violently to the ground.
It clattered loudly.
The knife skittered far across the floor, hitting the corner of the wall.
Damien gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.
“Snap the hell out of it!”
His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and his chest heaved violently.
“What code? What key? You are Grace!”
“You are my wife! The mother of my child!”
“You are a living, breathing person! You cry, you laugh, you feel pain, you throw tantrums when you can’t have spicy food!”
“Who gave you permission to give up on yourself?”
“Why can’t you just face this head-on? Why can’t you be a little braver?”
“Why do you have to keep running away, again and again?!”
Damien pressed her head against his chest, his voice choked with emotion. “Do you hear that? That’s my heartbeat, not the whir of a machine.”
“I feel pain, too. I get sad. And I get angry at your cowardice.”
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