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“June.” I murmured the name.
“I wrote this last week. It was the same night I lost her.”
I did not jump when I heard his voice. Yes, I’d chanced on something incredibly holy. I should have asked him first.
But he didn't sound angry.
“Maybe you'll tell me about her someday?”
When I turned to meet his eyes, he looked like a haunted man once more.
“Someday.” He gave me a wan smile.
I nodded. “Elijah, I should be going home.”
His face fell. I immediately reached out and pulled him into a hug. There was something on my mind, but I couldn’t think about it right now.
“No, it’s nothing to do with this. I just don’t think Sally is ready for all of it yet, okay? I’m going to come visit her tomorrow if you... I mean...”
His smile was immediate and like a rising sun.
“You’re welcome here any day, Rory.”
I nodded. “I’ll go home and get some studying done. Thank you for tonight. You have no idea how magical it was for me.”
He kissed me once more.
“Thank you for mending me.”
I pushed all my thoughts to the back of my mind until I was in a cab, headed back home. Sitting in the back of the cab, they finally began scrambling my brain, flooding my head with all kinds of misgivings.
Maybe I’d read too much into it.
It was a coincidence. It had to be.
When I’d tried to close the notebook shut, my eyes had involuntarily fallen on the writing on another page.
I’d only caught the first couple of lines.
I met Benjamin today. His face reminded me of that rainy evening when I went to visit him in Ulster County.
We were both ghosts that night, united by our hate for one man. One man who took what we loved from us.
Emory Abbot, your time is coming.
I shivered. Something about those words, the sheer venom in them, made my hands and feet run cold.
What if... was there something going on? Something I didn’t know about?
Or was this my mind pulling a classic Rory and overthinking everything?
I needed to do some background digging on Emory Abbot.
I knew I’d never rest easy until I found out how he was connected to my professors.
And why none of them had told me that they had some personal agenda against him.
It felt like a betrayal. One that I could not understand, no matter how hard I tried.
