Love Across Time

long past. Evelyn Carter had visited dozens of these sales, searching for pieces of history she could study and, occasionally, t

s and faded photographs. Something about it called to her. She picked it up carefully, flipping through the fragile pages. Unlike most old journals she'd found, this on

cover. No clu

o an entry near

ber 3

avery and duty, but I wonder how many truly believe in the cause they fight for. I write these words not to be rem

was exquisite, each letter crafted with precision and care. This

ething in

oman, likely the estate's caret

, holding it up. "Do you

here belonged to the Whitmore family. But that diary? I've ne

nd tucked the diary carefully into her bag. Something told her s

irst

her desk lamp cast shadows along the edges of the pages. She ran her fingers o

ntries were lengthy, others only a few

resher, darker-almost as if

to a blank section

feeling a little silly. S

ed and leaned back in her chair. Maybe she

h

k disa

throat. The words she had just writte

hed the spot where her w

nds were guiding a quill, new

is a

of what was happening. Was this some kind of trick? A chemical reaction in the

fingers trembling as she

I found your diary at an

er remained empty for a few agoniz

y diary. But how is it th

back to the first entry, reading it again with a new understanding

ed before w

w that your diary is here, i

d. A long pa

h

s impo

ugh. "You're telling me,"

considering her next words. Should sh

diary respo

overrode

. But I promise you, this is real. I

r paus

ue... tell me, does t

e thought about how much he didn't know.

Then, careful

5. But I don't know

took longer this time

And yet, your words... they are unlike anything

r fingers tighten

ere this takes us

ion Acros

s own, and Evelyn told him about electricity, cars, and even the Internet. His r

stance, the scent of gunpowder lingering in the air, the way the stars looked

glanced at the cl

he wrote. But I'l

e came almo

Carter. Until then, I shall

But as she turned off the light and climbe

to a man who ha

he was stil