The Time Travelers, Book 3: The Future Perfect
not telling me, but before I could forgive him, another disaster came.
It was even worse than the first one. We didn’t even know it was a battle. We thought we were safe, so our guard was down.
The Regime’s scientists must have liked old movies, because they had weaponized flowers. We had set up camp in the meadow. I saw it first with our dog. Before I could get to him, Sheep fell asleep. I couldn’t wake him.
Then I noticed it with others.
When they finally woke up, they couldn’t remember anything, not even their names. It was like they were wiped clean.
I ran for help, but when I came back, everyone was gone. Taken. I don’t know where. My brother. I never got to forgive him. But he probably doesn’t even remember.
But I remember and now I know what family is. It’s the people who raise you, who love you, who have your back. The Porters are my family. As much a part of my DNA as anything.
So what was I doing here?
I had run out of options. These strangers, my biological relatives, were my last hope. But how could I convince them to help me?
Four months ago they lost their baby girl. Now I was going to reenter their lives, a teenager.
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