The final entry at the bottom read: “SPACE. Origin memory: The pause before you decided not to quit your job. Last accessed: Never.”
Lin’s breath caught. She had forgotten that. The way the old keys had stuck from tears she didn’t let fall.
The cursor blinked on Lin’s screen like a slow, judgmental metronome. The 'C' key on her Cepter keyboard had been dead for three days, forcing her to copy-paste the letter from old documents like a digital scavenger. It was maddening.