Heâll never become sick, never die. And, Jane, I must do it from here, from this very room.â
âWhy?â she asked him, and she slowly realized that she was believing this man. In shock over what he was claiming, but still believing it.
âThereâs something here, some force, some sort of wrinkle in the fabric of time, as I told you before. My device opens a doorway into that void, and allows me to travel through it. But Iâve attempted opening the doorway in other areas, outdoors, on theground, in other rooms. It doesnât function, Jane. Only here. Only in this very room.â
He sighed and lowered his head. âAnd I must admit, thereâs a distinct possibility that the doorway is limited. That my travel will only take me from this time to my own, and back again. I might return only to experience the death of my son, and be unable to stop it.â
He seemed surprised when he looked down to see Jane blinking tears from her eyes. âI donât know what I would do if I lost Cody,â she told him. âIt would kill me, I think.â
âThen you understand how important this is to me.â
She nodded. âOf course I understand. Iâm a mother. How could I not?â
âThenâ¦â
Jane licked her lips, drew a fortifying breath, and then saw the plea in Codyâs eyes, identical to the one in Zachâs. âAll right,â she said at last. âAll right, you can stay. For as long as you need to.â
He sighed, every muscle in his body relaxing at once, as the tension was visibly washed away.
âThank you. It isnât enough, I know, butâ¦â He shook his head, as if words failed him. âThank you.â
Jane got to her feet, pressed his journal into his hands. âI just hope you can do thisâgo back far enough, I mean.â
He closed his eyes as the agony of possible failure washed over him, nearly buckling his knees. âI have to.â
âMaybe not,â Cody said quickly. âWhat was it that killed your son, Zach?â
He sighed hard. âQuinaria fever,â he said softly.
Cody grinned, but Janeâs heart almost stopped beating. Sheâd forgotten. My God, how had she forgotten? She gripped Codyâs arm to stop him. âCody, noââ
âWe can cure that now,â he said. âYou donât have to worry about trying to go back to a time before Benjamin got sick. All we have to do is get the medicine for you, Zach, and youâll be able to make him well again.â
He stared at Cody, gaping. And then he grabbed Janeâs son, and hugged him tightly to his chest.
Jane stood there, watching them, trying to breathe, though her chest felt tight and heavy. She knew that she couldnât let this happen. She had to stop Zach from saving his beautiful, sick little boy.
Because if he did, there was a good chance sheâd end up losing her own.
Four
S he left them. There was nothing she could do. Not now, not with Cody standing there listening to every word. She had three days. Three days to find a way to keep Zachariah Bolton from returning to the past and curing his dying child.
My God, she must be some kind of monster to be thinking this way! How could she? But Cody⦠Cody was everything to her. All she had, all sheâd ever wanted. If she lost himâ¦
She knuckled a tear from her eye and told herself she was right. Benjaminâs death had saved countless lives. It was meant to be, and as painful as that knowledge was, it was there. It was meant to be. You couldnât just go around altering history.
She bit her trembling lip. Maybe there was another wayâ¦.
Damn, sheâd drive herself crazy thinking about this. It made her dizzy when she considered the magnitude of it all, the ramifications, the impossibility of it. She deliberately focused on taking the blueberry muffins from the oven, setting the table. She had time. Three days. For now, she
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