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And one page containing a single sentence written in neat, careful handwriting. Tomorrow.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> This is the last chapter. Not because the story ends — the story does not end, the morning keeps coming, the archive keeps growing, the function keeps being practiced by people who care whether the other person is fully received. Tomas will finish the founding archive. Breen's framework will be used. The function will travel to new places. New packs will read the eighth notebook and either recognize what it is or not. Those who recognize it will begin.

My teeth bit down hard on my lower lip, until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. The craziest revenge I could carry out... was to leave alone, dragging this broken body with me. "Am I pathetic?" Rio didn’t answer right away. After a long silence, a deep sigh came through the receiver. "Hold on for two more days. I’ll arrange everything for your departure." After hanging up, I slumped to the ground and sat there for a long time. I couldn’t see the light outside fade from day to night. At dinner time, Anthony came upstairs and walked into my room on his own.

The man before him was a version of Seth from the future, a version that had seen more pain and suffering than Seth could ever imagine. “Where did you come from?” Seth asked, his voice trembling. “I’ve been here, waiting for you,” the future Seth said, his voice hoarse. “You’re me from the past. I’m the future that awaits you if you don’t stop looking for Tamera.” Seth stood frozen, the words sinking in. His heart skipped a beat as the future Seth turned slowly, showing him the wreckage. It was as if the destruction of the world itself had become his future, the very land they stood on a testament to failure.

With a final tap, a soft hum whispered through the room—the sound of bulletproof panels sliding into place behind the bookshelves, barely seen but very much present. “Ah, the sweet serenade of carbon fiber composites,” Tom thought wryly, “Music to my ears and a real party pooper for stupid bullets.” He glanced around, noting the position of each henchman with the same ease as if he were mentally bookmarking their profiles on MafiaMatch.com. “Swipe left, swipe right—nope, not a single dateable quality unless you’re into guys who communicate in grunts.” “Are we done with this circus, Tomas?” Grossman interrupted him, trying to reclaim the stage as his voice cut through the tension.

I was surprised with everything that had happened this afternoon how quickly I went to sleep. ~~ Wednesday ~~ Today was a full class day. The last before exams in two weeks time. Next week I’d start my new job and then, it would be exams so I really needed to focus today. I turned my phone on. A couple of missed calls from Jon and a few messages. One from Dan and one from Tom. I always read Tom’s first. “I’ve made arrangements for us Saturday night. I’ll be out of town until then. You’ll be required to dress up. I’ll have something sent over Saturday morning. Hope you’re feeling okay today princess”.

"If you say it is fine, then it is fine." He turned and walked away down the hallway. I watched him go, and when he disappeared around the corner, I closed the door and leaned against it. Tom was standing near the window, his arms crossed. "That was one of them?" "Yes," I said. "Vex." Tom nodded slowly. "He seemed... intense." "He is," I said. "They all are." Tom looked at me for a long moment. Then he sighed. "We have a lot to talk about tomorrow."

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The Nearness of You (The Thorntons Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

Images of Logan filled my mind as I sobbed, wondering how I could ever go on without him. END OF VOLUME 1: IF TOMORROW COMES, PART 1

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