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"Elena?" Julian finally looked up, his brow furrowed in mild annoyance. "Are you glitching again? I told you we should have paid for the extended warranty."
"See what, darling?" He didn't look up. "The toast is a bit dry today, Elena. You might want to check the settings on the broiler."
A smile stretched across Elena’s face. It wasn't her warm, practiced smile. It was a mechanical rictus, too wide, too sharp.
"It does, doesn't it?" she said. "I finally feel like myself."
Elena froze. She hadn't just been modified to be a perfect wife. She had been modified to forget that she was leaving him.
She sat at the kitchen island, the morning sun glinting off the hexagonal tiling, when her vision stuttered. A bright, jagged line of text hovered in the air, superimposed over her husband’s newspaper.