“Come on, son. Help me carry it,” he said, standing. “It’s heavy.”
Still completely lost about what exactly was going on, I nodded and moved beside him. Together, we lifted the box and set it down on a table in the center of the room. The legs of the table creaked under the weight, but it held.
Dr. Grayson cut through the seal and pried the box open.
More dust burst out, and we both turned our heads, coughing.
When it cleared, he reached inside and pulled out a thick object wrapped in cloth. He unwrapped it slowly and handed it to me. "Here you go, son."
I looked down, and frowned.
It was a photo album. It was old, its cover worn and brittle. I opened it carefully, and my eyes met pages filled with black-and-white photos. The people in them were dressed in clothing that hadn’t been i
