“Right,” Arthur muttered, cracking his knuckles. “Spring cleaning. In October.”
He never did. Because deleting the shortcut felt like admitting defeat. As long as that tiny arrow existed, he was still the guy who could run Athena. He still had the connection. He was just… on a break. remove desktop shortcut
He dragged the photo of his daughter’s first steps into that empty space. A new shortcut appeared: IMG_4027. “Right,” Arthur muttered, cracking his knuckles