Only Time Will Tell Summary Novels & Stories

"Our engagement party is going to be bigger than anything you saw tonight." There it was again: next time. For ten years I'd followed him, from a little border town all the way to the Sinclair estate, surviving one hail of bullets after another and collecting more scars than I could count. And all I ever got in return was next time. I looked up at him and said, quietly, "But I can't wait for next time." His brow creased. "My father is very sick." "I want him to see my happiness for himself, within the week. So he won't have any regrets."

the warning of the police as loud as it could get. He has been involved with the police on several occasions and he knew what would become of him if he surrendered. He knew he had no time left before things he get messy. "You have one minute to come out!" they warned again. "You wish" he chuckled to himself as he proceeded to continue with his plan.

"It looks like it would be a pretty good movie." "It does seem like it would be. What time is yours starting?" "At about one o'clock I think. Anyway, I should get going. I'll see you Monday." He turned on the ignition. Tom stood up straight and watch the car zoom off. It's not like he was lying to him this time.

Garett went over some of the briefings he had to close out for the week though he had time off. He had called into his boss, the lawyer who was a senior partner, and explained the situation and what he hoped to accomplish for the next week or so. Though it wasn’t an easy conversation to have, he knew that he wanted to get it over with and have the time ready to do whatever needed to be done.

mom says as I pull back a little and wipe off her tears with my palm. “Your reports are fine, but that was exactly what your father was told before the second incident which took his life,” mom says. “I know that mom, trust me. I was there when it happened, but I promise you it won't happen to me again, and you guys will not lose me... I promise,” I say, and Gracie also joins in to make a group hug. “I promise,” I whisper, and mom nods. AN HOUR AFTER BREAKFAST (9:00 AM)

“You’ve seemed distracted lately.” I lean against him with a sigh. “I’m alright. Time is just moving so fast.” “You’ve always been a terrible liar.” He murmurs in my ear. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, Sugar. I know how you get sometimes. Don’t forget you’re not alone.”

He smiled sadly. “I overheard you and mum talking about having to declare bankruptcy. Why have you kept me in the dark about this issue?” “Sorry, dear. I knew how bothered you would be. I also thought I could solve everything on time, but it only got worse.” “How bad is it?” “Really bad.” That was all he said. Clara understood immediately. Instead of pestering him, she insisted they watched an episode from the series before he left for home. Sitting close to her dad gave her peace.

I’m about to find out why he likes this place so much. “You’ll have to go out alone, and keep a low profile. He will be too distracted to notice you,” he tells me. He looks solemn, and I am too. I’m going to be watching this alone, witnessing what Time is skeptical about. “I’m afraid I can’t explain myself right away, either.” “So it’s bad?” I say. Time shrugs, before the time on the clock catches his attention. He motions for me to stand, which I do so quickly, wiping my swearing palms against my pants.

Look at me now, I'm so miserable just by overthinking things. I can't even make myself realize that we only have a week left. After this, we'll need to work on the time machine. Dad told me that he has an old one and will just fix it for a month and that's not even for us to stay that long because in that whole month, we will keep ourselves busy with the time machine and deprive ourselves of the happiness that we experienced and we'll surely miss.

Like dewdrops on a leaf, her eyes were shiny from tears that wouldn't fall. He looked across the room and saw Alice's eyes again. They both knew something from that look, even though they didn't say a word. They were on the edge of a very high cliff. Very soon, they would have to choose whether to go back to their safe homes or jump into the unknown together. The wall clock struck twelve. The silent sound filled the dining room, which was now empty. Like sand in a sieve, time was running out. It was getting darker and darker where their secret lay. What were the next few days going to bring? Time would tell.