CHAPTER 31The journal—more a book of notes and reminders than a personal diary—had been tucked into the corner of the dresser’s top drawer next to the closet. Mara took it out and slid the drawer closed. Tired of being in bed, she sat in the chair Bruce had abandoned when he’d finished filling her in and excused himself to return to the fabrication shop.
Flipping through the pages and scanning them, Mara realized her counterpart loved working in the lab as much as Mara loved her job at Mason’s Fix-It, only with much more seriousness and intensity. The difference was the gravity of their work. If Mara failed at her job, someone might not be able to make toast or shine their bowling ball. If her counterpart failed, her world may cease to exist. It made Mara feel frivolous in a way.
Twenty
