Isaiah scanned the titles of some of the old books on the top shelf of his bookcases in his office.
“I know I have it here somewhere. Now where could I have put it?” Isaiah asked himself out loud.
“What are you looking for, father?” Shane asked, “Maybe I could help you look for it.”
“I am looking for your great-great grandfather’s journal,” Isaiah said, never stopping his search. “I know that I have seen it recently. I just can’t remember where.”
“Could that have been in one of the boxes of books that you had Lane and myself move into the library a couple of months back? To make room for some of your law books,” Shane asked.
“You know what? I had forgotten all about doing that. Would you m
