EPILOGUE
“Why are you staring at that mirror?”
Jack was always wary when his wife stared into a mirror, ever since she told him the story of the first time she’d seen him. What if she tried to leave him? He wouldn’t be able to withstand that loss. They’d been married a fortnight, yet he remained terrified she’d realize it was a mistake.
“Do you think it’s possible to travel through them?”
Horror filled him at her words.Please, Lord, don’t let her think about trying.The idea of it was—he had no words to properly describe them.
“I wouldn’t know,” he replied. “It’s not the way I traveled through time.”
“I realize that,” she said. “But I see things every now and then.”
It was worse than he thought. “How often do you look in the mirror like this, and what are you seeing in there?”
“It’s a different world,” she replied. “Some of it I think I recognize from the descriptions my mother has given me.”
“You see the future?” Jack rushed over to her side to look inside the mirror. He’d never joined her to gaze inside. The idea of seeing something that might startle him kept him away, but now he had to understand her fascination.
“Do you see it?”
He stared at the mirror and it started to fog over as she’d described. It cleared up slowly and showed a man bent over books. He seemed to be pouring over them frantically. He had light brown hair and his eyes had black rings around them. If Jack were to guess, he hadn’t slept much.
“That depends,” Jack said.
How could any of this be real?
“On what?”
“Do you see a man reading?”
She smiled warmly and wrapped her arms around him. “The secret is in the mirrors. I can feel it in my bones. Someone needs to study them to find out how they work.”
Jack had to agree with her, but at the same time, he didn’t want to mess with something he didn’t understand. What if they became embroiled in something they couldn’t escape from? The idea of traveling through a mirror to another time frightened him. Once was enough for him to experience time travel and he never wanted to do it again. It wasn’t something to be taken lightly.
“I’m not sure we should be the ones doing the investigating,” he said.
Elizabeth ignored him, lifted her hand, and traced her fingers over the glass. They slid through the mirror as the fog swirled around them. She gasped and yanked them back.
He pulled her away from the mirror and the fog disappeared entirely.
“Promise me you’ll never do that again,” he demanded. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. If he ever lost her... He wouldn’t survive it. He’d been through a lot in his life but the idea of spending even a second without her... Death would be preferable to such a bleak existence.
Elizabeth was right. A mirror could be the key to time travel. If a person was brave enough to figure it out, they might be able to travel anywhere. Jack refused to let Elizabeth be that person.
“Not unless you’re with me,” she agreed.
Jack had a special journal made for her to put all of her findings in. He’d rather supply her with all the tools necessary to write down her discovery then risk her exploring the mirror world. It was their compromise, and as Elizabeth had said, “Someone, somewhere, might find it useful...”
**Read on for an excerpt from Separated from My Love: Linked Across Time 7. Trenton and Genevieve’s Story**
