Chapter 11

“We’re in a different time period now,” Connor explained before grabbing Harley’s hand and pulling him outside.

Harley was astonished when the scenery changed abruptly right in front of his eyes. He and Connor were standing on a wooden bridge somewhere. There were two handsome young men, probably in their early twenties, sitting at the edge of the wooden bridge. They had fishing poles, but they weren’t making use of them. Instead, they were kissing, slow and tender, and Harley averted his gaze.

“Are they those boys all grown up—”

“Yes,” Connor interrupted.

They remained there a few seconds longer before the scenery transformed again, this time into the foyer they had left a moment ago.

Harley realized it must be evening now because he noticed through the windows how dark it was outside. Two men were hugging each other tightly, one of them leaning against the wall while the other pressed hard against his companion.

“They look so much older now.”