FINAL, DEFINITIVE, AND PUBLIC REJECTION

My heart raced as I walked to the door, stopping beside Simone.

On the last step stood a man in a pristine suit, standing tall with a leather folder under his arm.

“Which of you is Ms. Romanova?” he asked.

“Me,” I said immediately.

“I have a legal notice for you.”

I took the document he handed me. As my eyes scanned the typed lines, my world seemed to shrink even smaller than it already was—like those drawings I made in school of Earth ...