Missed Connections Book Novels & Stories

"Tell me something we missed." "The mechanism is the function's connection," I said. "The expression without the function is like a phone without a network. The hardware is present. The capability requires the connection." "We knew that theoretically," she said. "We could not find the evidence for it in Tam's expression." "Because the connection was absent," I said. "The function was not operational when you were studying Tam. The expression was present but disconnected. Studying a disconnected expression for evidence of how it connects is." I paused. "Like studying a power cord for evidence of how electricity works."

CHAPTER 60. AMELIA'S POV. The moment I saw my phone sitting on the nightstand, my heart nearly stopped. It hadn’t been there before. For weeks, I had been disconnected from the outside world, my only interactions limited to Alessandro and the people in his house. But now, my phone was here, as if it had never been taken in the first place. Swallowing, I picked it up, my fingers trembling slightly as I unlocked the screen. My breath caught when I saw the missed calls—dozens of them.

I tapped my finger against my chin. "I'm not sure." I met Trevor's gaze. He hadn't said a word for the entire duration of the meeting, choosing instead to sit back and let me take the lead. "She definitely hadn't said a word about a missing page when she'd handed me the book, so it's either she doesn't know about it or she knows but didn't think it would be important." I had a strong feeling neither was the reason. Something about the missing page felt sinister. I snapped my fingers.

“It was in a diary that belonged to a guy I used to work with. The last thing he wrote was on the very last page, and after that he just never came in again. When they told me to clear out his locker it was completely empty except for that book sitting at the bottom of one of the drawers. There was no call, no forwarding address, nothing. I ended up putting the book in my bag because leaving it there felt wrong, and I’ve regretted it ever since.” I watched Hazel’s jaw tighten and nothing else. The missing man sat in the room with us now, along with the clean company photo of Don I had seen online months ago. A plate of meat. Days of weakness. A colleague who wrote it down and then disappeare

Changed. “That feeling. That warmth. That connection.” Its voice was breaking. “That is what I have been missing. That is what billions of years of isolation lacked. That is what perfect peaceful nothing can provide. That small being showed me in one moment what I could not learn in eternity. That love is real. That connection matters. That something is infinitely, impossibly, beautifully better than nothing.” Silence fell. Complete silence. Everyone waited. Hoped. Feared.

I explained. “It's something that Ajax had discovered back when we were in Dad's study. We saw it in a book he had picked up, and he read its content to me”. I continued on. "Apparently, there are ways in which you can reach out to anyone you have had some form of contact or connection with, regardless of the person's position in your life and regardless of how long that person stays,” I explained further, my disappointment disappearing as I saw the look of bewilderment in Alaric's face.

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“See you then...” I cut the link and knowing Finn, he would now be wondering how I managed to connect to him via the blood bond with being so far away, and as if predicting it, I get a tug on my end of his blood bond. I open the connection once more and before he says anything, I say, “I’ll explain later.” I then cut the link, not allowing any further discussion. I get to my feet and walk over to the filing cabinet. I go through the files and pull out the ones I need to look over and then walk back over to the desk and sit down once more.

Adam. Thirty-two missed calls from Adam. My breath stopped. My vision tunneled. “What the—”

Small victories. Still, I couldn’t just rush down there like this. I quickly adjusted my nightgown, smoothing the fabric, and reached for my phone. The screen lit up, and that’s when I saw it— 23 missed calls. All from Roman. My eyes widened, my pulse quickening again. I hadn’t gotten that many calls from anyone before, not even from him. My heart began to race as possibilities ran through my mind. Had something happened to the company? To someone we knew? Or…