Chapter 53: A Time-Based Competition

"Has she abandoned any proof? A note, a diary?" He pushed, hope flickering in his breast. After a little while, the woman resurfaced in a different room with a worn-out diary wrapped in leather. She said, "I found it tucked away in the attic." "Didn't have the heart to throw it out." As John picked up the diary, his hands trembled. Perhaps anything in its pages might provide the answer he sought. But when he looked up to thank her, he saw that she had turned to face the window, her eyes now scary. I could almost hear her mumble, "Someone's coming." John followed her gaze and saw that a black car had parked up to the curb outside. Two men emerged, their imposing shapes concealed by their dark attire. John had an adrenaline rush. They were not indigenous. These were... "MemoryTech?" When John understood what was going on, he let out a sigh. The woman nodded, her countenance pale. "They'd previously been by and made inquiries. said they wanted a reunion and were lifelong