I bend over and pick up the worn piece of parchment and unfold it. I recognize the texture immediately. It’s from my father’s journal.
When I unfold it, a strange feeling of deja vu comes over me, like I’ve done this before, read this paper before. It makes me feel sick to my stomach.
But nothing can prepare me for the wave of emotions that comes crashing over me when I begin to read the words on the page. It’s me… I wrote this.
Lucas,
If you are reading this, then you have already forgotten writing it. This might sound crazy, but just hear me out. Just like father used to tell you every night, “Sleep with one eye open, my son.”
You’ve been glamoured by a powerful Creator vampire, and so was father. She killed him.
I know you won’t want to believe this, but you have to trust me. BET
