|BUY FROM AMAZON|
A modern day time-travel suspense thriller
The pin had been a gift to her mother from her father upon the announcement of her mother’s pregnancy. She never met her father. He had been a police officer, killed in the line of duty shortly after learning of his impending fatherhood. Her mother died of an aneurysm twelve years later. Selena remembered her kindness and love and the struggles she’d had raising a fatherless daughter, but she never remembered the pin. The day of her college graduation, her aunt, who had taken her in and raised her, gave her the pin. It was the first time Selena had ever seen it. Her aunt had been holding onto it, waiting for the right moment to give it to her. Selena had never worn it; it was too delicate and valuable in her mind, like a special little secret between her and her parents.
The man had come to her five days ago. He was younger than she was, by at least ten years, maybe more. He was sick, too, physically, and although he seemed mostly clear-minded and coherent, she wondered what the physical ailment was doing to his mental health. He told her about the pin. He described it as if he was holding it in his hand, then he told her the most outrageous story she’d ever heard.
She could somehow rationalize his knowing about the pin, but there was no way to rationalize the simple fact that he could be her twin. Even though he was younger, his hair and skin just a bit lighter, he had her face, the eyes, the nose, the shape of her mouth, even the tiny dimple to the left of her mouth. And there was no way to rationalize that they were definitely related in some way, but his explanation of that relationship was impossible, wasn’t it?
He’d scared her too. The things he said, not just about where he’d come from, but that he himself was in danger. He asked her to hold onto something for him; it was a small metal case with an odd-looking lock on it. He begged her not to open it, just to put it someplace safe and tell no one about it. He promised that he’d be back for it, or at the very least he’d send someone for it. That was it. He’d left her with a strange but compelling story and a little box.
She had wanted to take him to a hospital, but he’d refused adamantly. He said it would be too dangerous for him. He said he had come to her because he had no other choice, no one else he could turn to. The things he knew about her lent him credibility. With a deep sigh, she wondered if the danger he was afraid of had found him.
Now she sat on the beach, watching the ocean pull out and come rushing back in, in a ferocious white fury of waves and foam and she wasn’t sure what to do. She glanced to the left; hang gliders were swooping through the air, having taken off from Fort Funston. To her right, sea birds of every kind were swooping around the Cliff House, hoping for a tourist to drop their hot dog or pretzel. She wished she could just float on the ocean breeze like the birds and the hang gliders.