David Bellotti’s only focus is to find his abducted twelve-year old daughter. When he sees her on a news segment with her captor, a renowned archaeologist who’s made a major discovery, David sets out to bring her back home. But the search leads him to a secret message that could alter man’s history forever.
A message David and his daughter inscribed twelve-thousand years ago.
A message that will prove dangerous in the wrong hands.
Protecting this powerful information seems simple until David realizes some people will use his daughter against him to get it, at whatever the cost. Now David must make a choice. Protect mankind from a secret past that must remain hidden, or save his little girl.
“I’m sorry,” Lottie said, gathering her things. “I can’t do this. I apologize if I’ve given you the wrong impression, but the only person I’d consider engaging with in this research is David, and unless I can convince him to do so, it’s not going to happen.”
“Convince him, then.”
“You don’t understand—”
Dr. Berzet leaned forward and grabbed her arm. “Lottie, you have publicly stated that people who have experienced past lives are dismissed as crazy and that, through your interviews, you are trying to make people understand that there is more to our life than what we know or what we can see. In fact, that is the very reason you opened your own practice that focuses on past life regression, is it not? Because your previous boss did not believe in you or what you were trying to do for the people who are like you?”
“And, from what I understand, people are lining up for appointments in the short time since you opened up your practice in past life regression. Is that not true as well?”
Lottie’s eyes were drawn to the intricate patterns tattooed on his fingers. “Yes, that’s true, too.” But she couldn’t defy David on this. It wouldn’t be fair to him or them. They’d been through too much over the years for her to sacrifice their love again.
Dr. Berzet’s gaze and voice softened. “Rethink this, please. You can earn a place in history that is like nothing that ever came before.”
Lottie’s focus snapped back to Dr. Berzet’s pleading expression. “I don’t speak to people about my past lives because I want a place in history. I do it to help, not to self-serve.” And, she had to admit, she did it to learn more about herself.
Dr. Berzet released her and his hand went to his heart. “My apologies. What I meant to say was that your work in helping people who face similar situations…there are no words to accurately describe what your history and information and memories will do for mankind. How can you turn your back on something like that? The day you discovered you lived in the past was the day the rest of us discovered life had changed.”
Lottie looked away, wondering if there was a way to help him with his research without it getting out of hand. If she could focus on what was most important and help others who were just like her, then maybe. Maybe.
Lottie contemplated him again. “I’ll think about it. That’s all I can promise for now.”
Dr. Berzet reached for his computer. “Wonderful. I will put you in my calendar.”
“I said I’d think about it. I didn’t say—”
“How is tomorrow? Say, around noon? I am wide open until classes resume in January, and that means we can spend a lot of time working together over the next six or seven weeks.” He started clacking on the keyboard.
Lottie leaned in. “I meant what I said, Dr. Berzet. I’ll think about it. It’s the best I can do for now.”
Dr. Berzet gave her a long, hard stare.
Lottie took that as his acceptance, got up, and turned for the door. His voice stopped her just as she swung it open.
“It is important for you to know,” Dr. Berzet said, the keyboard clacking starting up again, “that I am starting my research with Galen tomorrow. With or without you, my project will move ahead. Please close the door after you.”
About the Author
Terri looks for any opportunity to make stuff up. She thinks anything that can’t so easily be explained is worth an extra look and often makes a great story. She loves red wine, scotch, sunrises, Ancient Egypt, the beach—and a host of other stuff that would take too much real estate to talk about. The youngest of five children, Terri lives with her husband and son on Long Island. And, in her next life, if she hasn’t moved on to somewhere else, she wants to be an astronomer. Terri’s fascinated with the night skies almost as much as she’s fascinated with ancient Egypt.
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