Jane said that I"d been hard on Linda. I was, and on her mother, Emily, for not telling us everything before this mess got completely out of hand. I told Jane that both her life and mine had been upside down for the past six months because of them.
“You know that"s not fair, Ash,” Jane said.
“Maybe not entirely. But a lot. Jane, I love you. And I love Fritz and Linda like family. More. I can"t believe I can"t find him. Yesterday, I randomly followed each of the nine books to where he"d paperclipped. Today, only the ones I think he would have chosen. Tomorrow night, I want to go in the exact order he left the books on the desk.” Now that I can open the portal, the real weirdness of paperclips in a book on a desktop keeps running through my head. Although I knew it, it was one of those thi
