#Chapter 319 – The Archive

Cora That evening, our car rumbles down the road towards the archive, Roger steady at the wheel. Another car with two guards follows behind us, keeping a steady eye out for anything strange. I sigh, already exhausted, even though I got more sleep than Ella or Roger or Sinclair last night. Still – it wasn’t exactly a peaceful sleep – and then today, with the sketch artist… I stare down at a copy of the sketch in my lap, at the face of the man I didn’t realize had been haunting my dreams. To be able to see him put on paper like this – it’s…it’s like staring at the ghost you didn’t know was haunting you. A little shiver passes through me and I neatly fold the page, placing it in the cup holder next to me, not wanting it in my hands anymore. “You all right?” Roger asks, glancing over at me. “Yeah,” I say, sighing again, my eyes on the road. “How long until we get there?” “About two more hours,” he replies evenly, nodding towards the GPS system running on his phone. “