Jesal_mystery

A struggling writer, Evelyn Carter, stumbles upon an old locket in her grandmother’s attic. When she opens it, she’s suddenly transported back in time to 1915, where she meets Theodore "Theo" Whitmore, a wealthy but kind-hearted businessman trapped in an unwanted engagement. As Evelyn tries to find a way back to her time, she and Theo fall deeply in love. But with history pulling them apart, will their love survive across time?

Love in the Echoes of Time

Evelyn remained silent as she and Lucien stepped away from the Shadow Broker's domain. The twilight realm slowly gave way to the waking world, the mist unraveling around them. Yet, an emptiness lingered inside her, a void where something—someone—should have been. She knew she had given up a memory, but no matter how hard she tried to grasp it, it remained elusive.

Lucien observed her carefully. "How do you feel?" he asked softly.

Evelyn opened her mouth to respond but hesitated. "I don't know," she admitted, rubbing her temples. "I feel… lighter, but not in a good way. Like something important is missing."

Lucien's golden eyes darkened, as if he already knew what had been taken. "I shouldn't have let you do it," he muttered, clenching his fists. "There must've been another way."

Evelyn offered a weak smile. "We didn't have another way, Lucien. And now, at least, we have a path forward."

The words felt hollow, even to her own ears. The Shadow Broker had told them to find her tether—something unbreakable, something stronger than time. But how could she find something she couldn't even remember?

She shook her head and turned to him. "The Shadow Broker said I once had it—a bond stronger than time. What if… what if it was you?"

Lucien's expression didn't change, but his fingers twitched at his sides. "If it was, wouldn't you remember?"

Evelyn swallowed hard. "That's just it. Maybe I don't because that's what I gave away."

A heavy silence stretched between them. Lucien's gaze held hers, searching for something—perhaps hope, perhaps fear. Finally, he exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Then we have to find a way to bring it back."

The conviction in his voice steadied her, grounding her despite the uncertainty swirling inside. She nodded. "And we will. I won't let them erase me."

Lucien gave her a small, knowing smirk. "That's the Evelyn I know."

As they stepped back onto the cobblestone streets of the city, the world felt different. The air was colder, the lights dimmer. Or perhaps it was just the hole in Evelyn's mind that made everything feel incomplete.

One thing was certain: the fight was far from over.

A Fading Trace