The cursor blinked on the dark screen like a patient heartbeat. Leo typed the last command: and hit Enter.
“This film has no suppressed memory. Because you have not yet lived the moment it will help you create. The download is complete. Go be George Bailey.”
Leo stared at the blinking cursor. Six terrible truths. Six wounds reopened. But also—six weights lifted. He remembered now. Fully. Horribly. Honestly.
He typed: .