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“Sort of.” He leans against the wall, and I move beside him while he continues talking. “My mom used to work for Aether Corp. That’s how she met my dad all those years ago. When I was thirteen, he shut down the project she was working on—a machine she hoped would be able to create synthetic water. He said it would never work, and they were wasting money by continuing with the experiments, but she disagreed with him. They had a huge fight, and then she got in a car during a bad thunderstorm and crashed into a tree.” He turns toward me, his eyes cold. “My dad may not have murdered her, but he was definitely responsible for it.” “I’m sorry,” I say. “What happened to her project?” “Nothing. He buried it.” He shakes his head. “Probably why the Vincent Sharp of the future wanted us to steal th
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