Chapter Four: A.C

Nathan's POV

Whenever I have a puzzling thought stuck in my mind, I can't stop till I have it solved. Right now, I'm thinking about this book I have been reading. I'm thinking about the owner. I'm thinking about the initials A.C. It doesn't make sense to obsess over it but it's a nagging feeling that it's a mystery I must solve! I need an answer.

The best person to ask would be the woman who brought me into this world. She knows better than anyone else about where the book came from. She's not an avid reader like I am but a book this old must have come from somewhere. It's the oddest and oldest in my collection.

Whenever it gets this hot, she likes to sit on her rocking chair facing the garden in front of her bedroom. She is rocking quietly her eyes closed. She works hard and it's rare to see her resting. I hate to disturb her.

"A.C."

"What?" She turned her head quickly.