Third POV
A happy piano tune plays in a crowded bar. Talking and laughter filled the air. The war was over, the country united once again. An average height, dark-haired man sits at the bar drinking whiskey. “Everyone thinks they know the man, but nobody knows Lincoln. He was a wrestler, for one. 300 fights, only lost once.”
“What do you know about Lincoln?” the barkeep asked.
“I’m his bodyguard,” the man answered.
“Why aren’t you guarding him, then?”
“He’s next door, watching the play.” The man scoffed as if something could happen to the president as he watches a play.
The barkeep moved on to the next patron. “Hey, Mr. Booth. Wife’s been asking when we’re gonna be seeing you on stage again.” He poured John Wilks Booth a glass of whiskey as he asked his question.
“Soon,” Booth answered raising his glass in a toast before downing it in one go.
Booth walked out of the bar before walking down the block to a side entrance to Ford Theater. Using the back passages Booth was able to sneak up to the president’s balcony seat. Booth opened the door and shot President Lincoln in the head. He pulled out a knife and fought with Union officer Major Henry Rathbone. Booth fell onto the stage, breaking a bone in his left leg. He got up and shouted, “Sic Semper tyrannis! The South shall be free!” before running away.
Eve’s POV
“Who’s Clara?” Andy asked.
“Nobody. Don’t worry about it. So, you want some pasta? I made a lot,” I said trying not to panic.
“Yeah, sure. Are you feeling okay?”
“Just tired. Random question, do we still co-own the bar?”
“Yeah, why?”
“No reason. It doesn’t matter.”
A shrill ring pierced the air. I looked down at my phone and saw an unfamiliar number. “Hello?” I answered.
“I just sent a car to your house. Flynn just took out the mother ship again,” Agent Christopher said.
I hung up the phone and started putting my dinner in a to-go container. “I have to go do something so I should be back later,” I said being very vague.
“I’m only going to ask one question, is whatever you are going safe?” Andy asked following me as I walked back and forth between the living room and the kitchen.
“Most likely not but I promise that I will do my very best to stay out of trouble. Have you seen my meds? I was supposed to take one a few hours ago but I forgot.”
“Top shelf, where they always are.”
I walked over to the medicine cabinet, reached up and grabbed my meds. I quickly grabbed a glass and held it under the running faucet. Once there was enough water, I turned off the tap. I took out the correct number of pills before popping them in my mouth following it with a swig of water. I polished off the glass of water when a knock was heard at the apartment door. I rushed to grab my food before telling Andy that I would see him later. For the second time in about two hours, I was led to a black SUV. The backseat door was opened, and I hopped in. Once my seatbelt was on, I opened my pasta and began eating.
“Dinner,” was all I answered when I noticed their questioning looks.
I had just finished my last bite of pasta when the car parked. I walked back inside the warehouse to find a frantic Lucy rushing in behind me.
“Hey, what’s changed in your lives?” Lucy asked. “Since we got back from 1937, what has changed for you?”
“I just had an unsuccessful evening with a girl, so nothing, really,” Rufus answered.
“My roommate is now single,” I answered.
“Nothing, why? What’s wrong?” Wyatt asked.
“My sister’s gone,” Lucy answered frantically.
“What do you mean gone?” I asked.
“Gone as in erased from history. Something that Flynn did or we did to the ‘Hindenburg’ has changed my family. My mother isn’t sick anymore, and my sister was never born.”
“Lucy, we have a dossier on you,” Agent Christopher said walking onto the platform, “and it doesn’t say anything about a sister.”
“Look, this is her right here.” Lucy pulled out a locket and opened it up. Inside was a picture of her and a girl who looked sort of like her.
“You wore this in the trip back to 1937?” Mason asked. “That is incredible. You took it from a timeline where your sister existed, carried it here, to where she doesn’t.”
“I do not share your excitement, Mr. Mason!”
I could tell that Lucy was getting aggravated. Not only have we all learned that time travel exists, but we have gone back and boarded the ‘Hindenburg’, only to come back to a new reality where we are the only ones who remember the old one. Lucy demanded that Mason fix the mistake but Agen Christopher wasn’t having any of it. Flynn had taken the mothership and if we didn’t follow soon anything we remember could change and we would have no idea. I looked at one of the monitors and read the date Flynn had traveled to, April 14, 1865, the day Lincoln was shot.
“Flynn went back to April 14, 1865,” Agent Christopher said bringing me back to the matter at hand. “Now, you need to get moving, and you need to eliminate Garcia Flynn. Are we clear?”
I walked off to the changing room, Lucy not far behind me, but stopped when I heard Wyatt call out, “Wait, what’s April 14, 1865?”
“The assassination of Abraham Lincoln,” I answered. “Agent Christopher!” I called out making her stop. “Can I ask you a favor?”
“What is it?” she asked.
“Can I read the dossier you have on me? I just want to see if anything has changed in my life that I am unaware of.”
“I’ll make a copy.”
I thanked her before walking off to find Lucy. I found Lucy and Jiya getting dressed in the conference room. Jiya offered to look into Lucy’s missing sister and Lucy accepted. It didn’t take long and we were all ready to go. Rufus and Wyatt were already in the mothership waiting. I let Lucy get situated first before climbing in. Wyatt helped each of us buckle up over the mountains of fabric.
“I was really hoping I’d never have to get in this damn thing again,” Lucy muttered.
“Lucy, I’m sorry about your sister,” I said offering her my hand to hold.
“Thank you,” She said grabbing my hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze and the door closed behind me.
The mechanic whirling and seat shifting started up once again. Lucy squeezed my hand tighter and I gripped the seatbelt with my other hand. Wyatt closed his eyes again and seemed to be asleep, but I knew better. Just like last time, everything got faster and faster and for a second it felt like we were flying. Then it stopped.
“Tell me this gets easier,” Wyatt groaned.
“Oh, come on, this is fun,” I said unbuckling.
“How are you not queasy?” Lucy asked.
“After suffering severe morning sickness for three months this is nothing,” I answered as the door opened. We all looked up at the night sky and saw a vast array of fireworks. Off in the distance shouts of joy could be heard.
“What’s all that?” Wyatt asked.
“The Civil War just ended,” Lucy said.
“They’re celebrating,” I said in awe of the display before me.
The following morning, we walked into town. Union Soldiers were everywhere, happy with how the war turned out. Lucy had the awestruck look in her eye once again. People were shopping, smiling; it truly was a great time for them.
“Check out that swagger,” Rufus said in slight shock looking at a group of African American soldiers.
“The Civil War just ended,” I explained. “Slavery’s outlawed. African Americans thought their future was bright… that ends tonight. Lincoln was their beacon of hope, without him, all hope seemed lost like their fight was for nothing.”
“So, what do you think Flynn is up to?” Wyatt asked.
“He’s got to be here to change the assassination,” Lucy said.
“But how?”
“I don’t know.”
“I know someone who might,” I said walking off towards Ford’s Theater. We stood in front of Ford’s Theater and half of us were puzzled.
“So, Booth walks into Ford’s Theater at exactly 10:00 am, huh?” Wyatt asked skeptical of Lucy and mine’s information. “Not 9:56, 10:07?”
“Hundreds of books have been written about Booth’s movements today,” Lucy answered.
“Let me guess. You read them all.”
“And wrote one of them.”
“So why is Booth coming here now?” Rufus asked.
“Not many people know but Booth was an actor, an average actor, but successful nonetheless. His brother, Edwin, is the most famous actor of this time. John never quite measured up. He used this place as his mailing address which is why he picks up his mail at exactly 10:00 am,” I answered.
“So, this is like if Donnie Wahlberg assassinated the president?”
“Exactly. Why don’t you wait out here, see if you can spot him,” I said to Rufus, “while the rest of us look inside.”
The three of us walked in the front doors to find a dark and empty theater. It was no surprise that everything was quiet. The play wasn’t until later so no need for too early for a final check.
“Hello?!” Wyatt called out.
“Keep it down,” I hissed. “Do you want to spook Booth?”
“Fine. Any of your books tell you where the mailboxes were?”
“No. Let’s split up?” Lucy suggests.
I nodded my head before breaking off to the right. I could hear petite footsteps behind me signaling Lucy had followed me. After walking for a few minutes, we found it. Lucy rifled through the different mailboxes while I looked for any sign of Booth. Thump, thump.
“Lucy, hurry up, someone’s coming,” I whispered turning back to help her.
“Oh, pardon me, miss,” a deep voice said startling us. “I’m General Grant’s aide.”
“Robert Todd Lincoln, right?” I asked in shock.
“That’s correct, have we met?”
I lightly shook my head no. “I’ve only heard stories. I only pay attention to the good ones though.”
“Pleased to meet you, Miss…” He held out his hand for me to shake.
“Rose Shakes…man. This is my sister Juliet.”
We each gave a little bow and he kissed my hand. “Are you an actress?” he asked.
“No, but my sister is. She’s just starting out. Little roles, nothing major, yet. Our parents are very proud.”
“I’m not that good,” Lucy said stumbling over her words.
“Something rarer that an actress: a modest one.” The three of us let out a soft chuckle. “General Grant was supposed to attend tonight’s play, but he can’t make it and I have to return his tickets.”
“I can take the tickets to the box office for you,” Lucy offered.
“I’d like to leave a note too with the general’s apologies.”
“Of course. Take your time.”
“You know, my father’s coming to the play tonight. Have either of you seen it?”
“It’s… not very good.”
“I wouldn’t say that. The ending has a bit of a surprise,” I answered.
“Should I tell him not to come?” Robert asked.
“I suppose that would be up to you. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“What is it like having President Lincoln as a father? He is such a strong beacon of hope to so many people.”
“He casts a long shadow, but it’s… not one I mind living in. I’m proud of him; he’s done some great things. And he’s just getting started.”
“Miss Shakesman? It has been a pleasure,” Robert said.
He handed the tickets and his letter to Lucy and she promised to deliver them right away. Just then heavy footsteps could be heard descending the nearby staircase. Booth walked into the room and Robert sang praise to Edwin, John’s brother. I could tell that Booth resented his older brother for all the fame he achieved. The conversation ended rather quickly, and Lucy went to deliver the tickets. I quickly found Wyatt and we walked outside. On our way out we ran into Lucy. Once we were outside, we made eye contact with Rufus and he joined us.
“So, we’re a thousand percent sure we can’t just shoot this asshat, save Lincoln here and now?” Rufus asked.
“Believe me; I want to,” Lucy started to explain. “It might change things too much.”
“Like maybe there’ll be a lot less lynching.” Lucy let out a scoff. “I’m serious,” Rufus continued. “I’m serious. I just met some black soldiers. We know Lincoln’s death- It’s gonna be a disaster for them, not to mention my great-great-grandparents.”
“Exactly,” I said. “Think about what would happen to your family line if things were different. You might never build a time machine and then we wouldn’t have to come back and if we didn’t come back then the cycle would repeat until something breaks it. Yes, history sucks but the more we change in the past, the more our present will change.”
Lucy and I turned to look at Wyatt to see where he stood but I knew he would want to right the wrongs. “Don’t look at me I’m with him,” Wyatt said.
“All I am saying is we have to be careful with the big events and Lincoln… his death is a big event.”
“Look, I understand, but Eve’s right we don’t know the consequences. It’s too risky. It’s our job to protect history,” Lucy said.
We were following Booth down the street and into a back alley. Wyatt was scouting ahead to make sure the coast was clear.
“Yeah, rich white guys’ history. A lot of my history sucks. Look, I know it seems crazy, but maybe we can change things for the better,” Rufus said.
“I know someone who made that same argument,” I said stopping to look Rufus in the eye. “We’re currently hunting him down through time.”
Wyatt signaled us up ahead. We walked to the end of the building and watched Booth enter the building across the alley.
“This is the Herndon House,” Lucy said. “Where Booth meets with his conspirators.”
“What conspirators?” Wyatt asked.
Just then we saw Flynn pass by an open window. He turned his head just as we crouched down. Bang! Bang! Wyatt told us that when he started shooting, we should run. The three of us who didn’t have a gun were pleased with his plan. Wyatt crouched down behind an oak barrel and started shooting at the house. Lucy, Rufus and I ran for cover as we waited for the bullets to stop flying. Wyatt shot one that walked out of the house but as he was running towards us Flynn shot him in the lower abdomen. We ran out of the alleyway, but I took Wyatt’s gun and hid it in a pocket in my dress.
Lucy and Wyatt went to check into a hotel so we could tend to his wounds while Rufus and I went shopping. I sent Rufus to get any medical supplies he could find before wandering off to get a bottle of alcohol. I paid for the booze before meeting with Rufus. We walked into the back end of the hotel and up to the room.
“You get it?” Lucy asked.
“We got it,” I answered.
Wyatt started to lay down on the bed while instructing Rufus on what to do. Rufus was not happy when Wyatt told him that he had to take the bullet out. I opened the booze before handing it to Wyatt.
“Here,” I said. He gave me a surprised look before taking a swig.
“Do I want to know where you got that?” he asked.
I shook my head, “No. Rufus, drink. It’ll steady your nerves.” Rufus took a deep swig before sterilizing the knife. I found a clean towel and poured a little alcohol on it before cleaning the area around the wound. It wasn’t what a hospital had but it was better than nothing.
“So those weapons Flynn has,” Wyatt said around a hiss of pain. “Why does he need that kind of firepower, huh? Lincoln gets killed anyway.”
“I don’t think it’s just about Lincoln,” Lucy said. “Lincoln’s death was part of a much larger conspiracy to kill the four most powerful men in government in one fell swoop: Lincoln, Vice President Johnson, Secretary of State Seward, and General Grant. It would have been devastating, but the other shooters never followed through or just failed outright.”
“Well, that’s before they had semiautomatic weapons.”
“Exactly. What if Flynn is trying to help them succeed? They would cripple the Union, maybe revive the Confederacy. Hell, Johnson and Grant are supposed to become presidents. America as we know it would be unrecognizable.”
“Okay, so how do we stop all that?” Rufus asked.
“One problem at a time,” I said. “Grant is supposed to be on a train out of town and we need to make sure he’s on it. Rufus, you take care of Wyatt, Lucy you come with me, and Wyatt… don’t die.” I let a soft smile grace my face and he gave a small nod.
Lucy and I walked to the train station. Loud clanging could be heard ahead of us. We walked closer to the train and I noticed a few men banging against the bottom part of the engine. I could see Lucy frantically searching for General Grant, hoping that he had already left.
“Miss Shaksman?” a familiar voice asked.
“Mr. Lincoln,” I said in a surprised voice.
“What are you doing here?”
“Um… waiting- for a friend. What happened to the train?”
“Technically speaking, it broke.”
“Oh.”
“Much to General Grant’s dismay, he and I will be seeing a play tonight.”
“No!” Lucy shouted from beside me. “I mean like I said before, it’s a terrible play. The general will hate it.”
Robert let out a loud laugh and I shared a small chuckle at her cover-up. “Maybe,” Robert said. “But the general and I are already committed. But is there any chance that you’d like to see a terrible play?”
I looked over to see Robert looking right at me. “I would be honored… but I can’t leave my sister alone. As the oldest, it’s my responsibility to watch out for her.”
“You both should come.”
“We’d love to. We’re staying at the National.”
“The National, at 7:00, then.”
I gave a small curtsey to his bow and we parted ways. Lucy walked ahead of me before I lost her in the crowd.
“We really have to stop meeting like this, Eve,” a sinister voice called out from behind me.
I turned around to face Garcia Flynn. “No gun this time, give them all, away did you?” I asked edging him on. “Did you know that Lucy’s sister disappeared, was erased from the timeline because of what happened on the Hindenburg?”
“Tell her it’s war. I lost my whole family.”
“Who murdered them? I know it wasn’t you. It takes either a trained man or a ruthless one to kill an entire family but leave the husband alive to deal with his guilt.”
“Rittenhouse murdered them.”
“I asked and they have never heard of Rittenhouse. Who are they?”
“I don’t know… yet. That’s why I’m here: to right their wrongs.”
“No! You’re here to kill future presidents. The entire present that we know would change. It would be so unrecognizable and who’s to say it would get your family back. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be with them; your wife and daughter?”
“What could you possibly know about what I want?”
“Because it’s what anyone would want if they had a time machine. To fix what they did wrong.”
“Eve, one day you are going to help me.”
“When hell freezes over.”
“It isn’t a threat, it’s your future. So, accept it, and stop trying to interfere.”
“How does any of this fit in with your master plan? Why are you so sure this will work? That Rittenhouse is the enemy?”
He pulled out a worn journal. In the bottom right corner, there were two letters, my initials, Eve Grey. “This is why I am sure Rittenhouse is the enemy. Stay out of my way.” I watched Flynn walk away before I could answer any more questions.
I made my way out of the train station and thankfully found Lucy. She was buying a dress for tonight. She chose a white dress with blue flowers. I walked around the dress store until I found a dark blue dress. Thankfully they had it in my size. We paid for our dresses before walking back to the hotel.
As we entered the room, I took note that Rufus had finished patching Wyatt up. “Um… you went shopping?” Wyatt asked.
“I have a date tonight. Robert Lincoln invited me to a play and now that General Grant is going it’s best if one of us attends,” I answered.
“A play? You mean the play?” Rufus asked.
“Yes, that play,” Lucy answered. “And Flynn sabotaged the train that General Grant was supposed to be on.”
“You saw Flynn?” Wyatt asked.
“She didn’t, I did,” I answered. “He was leaving the train station. The point is, Grant’s going to be there tonight, and we have to save him.”
“How, exactly?”
“I’ll figure something out.”
“I could lure Grant away from the balcony somehow,” Lucy offered. “Before Booth shows up.”
“I’m pretty sure we can come up with a better plan than that,” Wyatt said.
“Will these help?” She pulled out two guns from her purse.
“And I assume with all that we’re gonna save everybody but Lincoln?” Rufus asked bitterly.
“Rufus-” Lucy began before Rufus interrupted her.
“All you have to do is open your mouth to save him. And you’re just gonna let Booth shoot him in the head?”
“Rufus, if Lincoln is meant to die, death will come after him. Everyone is fated to die at some point, and it is never when the people around them expect,” I said defending Lucy.
“What about my wife?” Wyatt asked.
“You can’t use that, not with me. We both have someone we wish we could save but there is no guarantee of what would happen if they lived. The evolutionary cycle states that people live and then they die. We all have a time when we are going to die-”
“So that doesn’t mean we can’t fight-”
“You can’t cheat death!” I shouted. A defining silence overtook the room. “Death has its own timeline, plays by its own rules. Nothing can change that. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to get changed for the play.”
I walked into the adjoining bathroom and shut the door. Thankfully this hotel had running water. I turned on the tap and cupped my hands under the cool stream. Outside I could hear muffled talking, but I did my best to ignore them. A gentle knock sounded, and Lucy called out. I opened the door and she helped me dress. Night descended upon us and it was time for Robert to pick us up.
“You’ll save Secretary of State Seward?” Lucy asked Wyatt. “And you’ll save Vice President Johnson?” She asked Rufus.
“Yeah, we got it,” Wyatt said.
“Lucy just… think about who you save,” Rufus said.
“Eve, you good?” Wyatt asked.
I nodded my head and walked out of the room. As promised Robert was waiting for us in the lobby. He extended his arm which I took. I linked arms with Lucy, and we were escorted to the play. The play itself was rather boring. I laughed when Robert laughed. I could tell Lucy was nervous. She kept looking at the door and back at the gun that was stashed in her purse. Hail to the Chief started playing and everyone stood. Lucy and I followed suit as we waited for the President to walk into the room.
“Miss Shakesman. Allow me to introduce my mother, Mary, and my father, the president,” Robert introduced. “Father, please meet Rose Shakesman and her sister Juliet.”
“Miss Shakesman, how do you do?” Mr. Lincoln asked holding out his hand. “It’s a great pleasure to meet you.”
I gently placed mine in his before giving a little bow. “The pleasure’s all mine, Mr. President.” He gave his hand to Lucy and she bowed awestruck.
We all settled down once more. Before long the door opened once more and General Grant entered the room. Lucy nearly jumped out of her skin.
“It’s not such a bad play,” Robert whispered to me.
“It’s certainly not what I remembered,” I whispered back.
Minutes passed and the longer they did the tenser Lucy became. The door burst open and Flynn stood holding a gun aimed at Lincoln’s head. “No! Mr. President!” I shouted. “No!”
Robert turned to me, but Flynn knocked him out before shooting, bang, bang. Blood splattered on my dress as well as Lucy’s. Wen Flynn took aim at Grant Lucy stood up and jerked his arm up, so he hit the ceiling. He grabbed her by the throat, and I reached in her bag for the gun. Robert came up behind and tried to get the gun away from Flynn. The general stepped in and they succeeded in knocking the gun out of Flynn’s hand. Just like Booth, Flynn jumped from the balcony and escaped out the back.
With the threat gone, for now, the two men turned their attention to the dying president. They got him out as fast as they could. The police arrived and we evacuated the theater. As we were giving our statements Wyatt and Rufus came back. Lucy told the officer to look for Booth before we took our leave and walked over to Rufus and Wyatt.
“Johnson?” She asked Rufus.
“Alive,” he confirmed.
“Seward’s okay,” Wyatt said. “What about-”
“Grant’s safe,” I said looking down at the blood. “But Lincoln…”
We all looked over to the crowd that had gathered and saw Robert exiting the house. He ignored the questions being shouted from the crowd and walked over to me.
“Your father?” I asked.
“He’s gone,” Robert whispered.
“I am so sorry.”
“Thank you for helping your sister save General Grant. The whole country thanks you.”
“I only wish we could have saved your father.”
“There was nothing you could have done. I have to go.”
“Robert,” I whispered grabbing his hand. “You are a good man, promise me you’ll remember that?”
“I promise,” he whispered before walking back to the crowd to deliver the news. Rufus talked with a black soldier he met. I assume that he gave some advice to the man before we began our journey to the lifeboat. Once again it was a struggle getting in because of the dress. Rufus told us that Flynn jumped back to the present.
“I decided I was gonna let Booth shoot Lincoln,” I said suddenly. “I mentally prepared to scream after I heard the shot. And then Flynn walked through the door and I saw something in his eyes, so I called out to him. It didn’t make a difference.”
Wyatt reached across the way and held onto my hand. My vision became blurry, but I refused to wipe away the tears. We buckled up and the rollercoaster started once more. When it stopped and after the door was open Wyatt fell out of the lifeboat, his injury catching up with him.
“Wyatt needs a doctor!” I called out.
A worker came over to help the rest of us out of the lifeboat and another dragged Wyatt off to the medical bay.
“Who shot Lincoln?” Lucy asked.
Mason led us to a computer where he Google searched the question. “President Abraham Lincoln was assassinated by a tall unknown gunman using an unknown gun on April the 14th, 1865.”
“But it’s all changed,” Lucy insisted. “The gunman used to be John Wilkes Booth. Now it’s Garcia Flynn.”
“Well, the assassination was planned by John Wilkes Booth as part of a larger conspiracy. Booth was hunted down and killed. The mysterious gunman also attempted to shoot General Grant, but he was saved by an obscure actress named Juliet Shakesman and her sister, Rose. Neither of them were seen again… though there is a high school in Point Pleasant, Ohio named after Juliet and an elementary school named after Rose.”
“But what’s it say about me?” Rufus asked. “I saved Vice President Johnson.”
“No, says he did.” Mason pulled up a picture of some white guy.
“All that guy did was get shot.”
“But he’s white,” I muttered. “Can I get out of this corset now? I can’t breathe and I would love to wash the president’s blood off of me.”
“We’re just about done,” Agent Christopher said before continuing with the debriefing. “Besides the fact that you let Flynn go, it’s good work.”
“But history changed. That’s not how it’s supposed to be,” Lucy insisted.
“It’s close enough.”
“Is it? What if something changed somewhere because of what we did? Maybe someone else lost their sister.”
“Flynn didn’t destroy America or the world. Take the win.”
Agent Christopher walked off and I followed her lead. I was led to a private bathroom where someone helped me out of the godforsaken outfit, and I was left to shower. Twenty minutes later and all traces of the night were gone. My original clothes were left out for me and I changed into them.
As I was walking out of the building I walked past the infirmary. “The doctor who did this sucks,” the doctor muttered.
Wyatt smirked before answering, “It wasn’t a doctor.”
“I’ll get you stitched up. We’ll have you home by tonight. Who should we call to pick you up?”
“No one. I got him,” I said walking into the room. The doctor nodded her head and walked out of the room.
“You don’t have to do that,” Wyatt tried to argue.
“Consider it my apology. I’m sorry for what happened in the hotel room. What I said was rude and insensitive and I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing? I think I should be the one doing that.”
“You don’t need to apologize. You just want your wife back, it’s understandable. But I don’t like playing God and that is exactly what it felt like today. We held Lincoln’s life in our hands, and it was up to us to save him or seal his fate.”
“Like you said, Death has its own agenda. And maybe Lincoln was fated to die that night but I can’t help wonder-”
“If everyone is fated to die? I told you I understand wanting more time with those we love.”
“But?”
“No but. Not this time.”
The doctor came back and I left the room so she could fix him. An attendant walked past with Wyatt’s clothes and I took them from him. It didn’t take long and the doctor finished her job and I handed Wyatt his clothes so he could get dressed. Car keys were placed in my hand and when we walked outside, I found my car waiting for us. We both got in and I dropped Wyatt off at a hotel before driving back home. Once I parked the car, I looked in the back seat and saw a manila folder. I picked it up and saw it was the dossier I asked for. I took it up to the apartment, closed myself off in my room, and began reading.
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