Her skin dried in the stale air of the her apartment, the allotted time of the shower long since passed. It didn't matter.
She could feel the cold metal against her back as the wet material of her shirt clung to her. It didn't matter.
She could hear the vibration of the phone on the counter, the hologram of her partner's voice projecting from the device. It had been the seventh such call from him in an hour. It didn't matter.
She tried to flex the fingers of her left hand, only feeling the plastic of the implant cap shifting against her skin instead.
She could feel the tears begin to well up in her eyes again.
