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Unlocking the Past
Sarah
Everything hurts. My head feels like someone took a hammer to it.
I open my eyes to slits and quickly close them again. Pain rushes through me in waves like it has its own tide, and my breath is driving the current.
I know where I am. Sydney’s scent is everywhere.
I tried to leave him. I really did try. I thought it was what I was supposed to do to protect him and our son, but the Goddess laughed in my face, didn’t She?
I slowly turn my head to the only source of light I can find and carefully open my eyes again.
Sydney’s sitting at a desk only a few feet away, his back to me. The soft click, click, click, of his keyboard fills my ears as his laptop screen comes into view.
It’s a blueprint of some kind. An equation pops up on the screen that takes him a single second to figure out, and then the blueprint shifts, new numbers and letters appearing that make
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