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February 12, 2024 Palo Alto, California
It had been a long night. The girls were always hard to settle down for bed when their dad was away on assignment. They missed him terribly if he wasn't there to tuck them in. Much like their mother, Lucy thought.
Normally he would spend days getting the girls ready for his overnight excursions for
Special Projects. But this time it was different. Wyatt hadn't even told her he would be out of town until that one rushed phone call. His hurried, “Kiss the girls for me, and know that I love you, Luce,” terrified her. And she didn't know why.
Then the knock came. She opened the door to a message courier. “Can I help you?”
“Lucy Preston?”
“Yes?”
“The Lucy Preston who is also Mrs. Wyatt Logan?” he clarified. Looking him over, there was something familiar about him, but she couldn’t place it.
“Yes. What is this about?” she demanded, tendrils of fear washing over her.
He held out a clipboard. “If you'll sign there, I have a registered letter for you.”
She quickly scrawled a line across the paper handing back the clipboard and holding out her hand. Grabbing the note, she shut the door.
With shaking hands she tore the envelope open. The letter inside was yellowed with age. Drops of something brown stained the edges. But it was the neat, masculine handwriting that made Lucy lightheaded. She'd recognize Wyatt's handwriting in any century.
Although faded with age, Lucy had no trouble making out the words. “Come find me.” It was signed Able and dated June 6.
Grabbing her phone, she pushed the second number on her speed dial. It was answered immediately.