Mara’s blood went cold. “I didn’t agree to terms.”
The whisper almost laughed.
Through the hatch, she saw a version of herself—older, hollow-eyed, sitting in an empty room with an iCard Xpress Pack taped to her door. Waiting. Starving. icard xpress pack
Mara turned it over in her hands. Her apartment was silent except for the hum of her old fridge. She hadn't ordered anything. But the pack had been taped to her door at 3:00 AM, according to the building's cheap camera. Mara’s blood went cold
