The underground chamber fell silent.
Not a single person moved.
Not a single person spoke.
The leather-bound journal trembled slightly in Adam's hands.
Dust floated through the air around him.
The red emergency lights flashed across the ancient chamber.
And written on the first page were four impossible words.
My First Life.
Beneath it—
A sentence written more than a century ago.
A sentence written in handwriting identical to Adam's.
If I am reading this again, then I have died once more.
The nursery became deathly quiet.
Back in the hotel lobby, nobody breathed.
Elara stared at the screen.
Nathan stared.
Caleb stared.
Even Gabriel looked as though reality had finally broken beyond repair.
Richard swallowed hard.
Then whispered,
"Adam..."
Adam didn't answer.
His eyes
