Chapter 4

I’d sealed my own fate with that decision. At least I would die with a clear conscience.

What was Jake doing now? Did he still dream? Were those dreams becoming more intense, the colors more vibrant, the face clearer? Did those dreams lead him home? Where was Jake’s home? The files I deleted gave absolutely no clue of who Jake was, where he came from, why he was chosen for the program, or even what his name was. Of course I scoured every file I could find but I learned nothing about the man who still haunted my dreams and my waking moments.

I liked to imagine meeting him under different circumstances. Perhaps, if we had met at the academy or in a bar or even on an assignment, the courses of our lives would have changed and we could have avoided this outcome altogether. On the other hand, maybe it was for the best I never met him in a more personal setting. I would have certainly developed an infatuation.

Would have? Shit, son, you already have