“Show me.”
“How do you know?”
The first thing Veronica did, on the morning of her sixty-first reset, was to check her left hand. The small scar between her thumb and index finger—a relic from a childhood fall she no longer truly remembered—was still there. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Some things, at least, survived the wipe. Vlad -W006- Veronica 61-68