Love Across Time

James Whitmore's words forming on the pages, fading and reappearing as i

ow, she was wide awake, staring at the leather-bou

e trick-perhaps an undiscovered quirk of old ink, reacting to modern

eeded to

nd typed James Whitmore,

rical figures and Civil War battles flooded the page. But then, sh

over the keyboard

ded an old new

mber

and unwavering loyalty, has expressed concerns over the war's toll on his fellow soldiers. Friends report that he has taken to keeping a

stomach

as r

d existed. He had

engaged to

of his time, and marriage at twenty-six was expe

ept r

nooga by the month's end. Sources fear heavy losses

s breat

e of the battle. No

hree weeks after his

s clenched

s story ended. He was ma

ight, Ano

sk, hands trembling as she flip

ed. Should

change

the pen and st

are you

vanished

ords ap

o worry you had g

led despit

ere. And please

me James. Only fa

t hear the smir

h. How was

I. But tell me, Evelyn-how is it that you

swal

. I found a newspap

g sil

h

at did

her fingers tighte

soon. That you have a fia

e. This one

bout me. More t

it

other since childhood. But I fear I do not know her, not tr

s heart

d respond, more

did the ar

nched h

going to the Bat

use.

able. War is not som

bit h

w what hap

f silenc

ar, the quiet understanding. Many of us w

hest

me

gone, Evelyn. That would b

gers tr

to go. There

d to escape it, where would I go? My world is bo

is wasn't fair. He shouldn't h

write again, ne

the future... tell m

haled

war end

f my side?

omach

ins. The Confederacy s

ilence f

d her brea

last, wor

on the right s

ked in s

ou fought f

horror I cannot abide, and I have spoken against it, though it has earned me

slow breath, her

e any man she had ever r

the page, he

erved

find a way

ch for a

hours buried in books and archives, searchi

found

story had swall

scanning names, searching for hope. But deep down, she knew-if there

sed to a

she picked u

do you

onse cam

o.

allowe

into battle, no matter what happens, you must do every

e was slowe

you know what

art po

diary is truly a bridge between time, mayb

ong silen

yn Carter. And for the first time in a long

ricked

promi

rom

exha

n't save him...