The Franklin Series: Torment

Chapter Twelve

May 2nd, 1980

Morgan found one of my grandfathers journals.

If they can't be here in person to destroy my life, of course, they would do it from the beyond.

She tossed it at my chest and ran from the house. She had tears in her eyes and wouldn't make eye contact with me. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to, it was clear that she was upset. The notes are fairly messy so it's hard to say what she concluded after the time she had it open.

I couldn't do anything when she slammed my front door. I wanted to chase her down but my body felt paralyzed. I opened the notebook after a few minutes. I need to explain that the first page is just a prototype for something that could help people. If that was the reason she fled.

I lost all chances to explain when I allowed her free range of my house.

I don't keep anything else here. That is the most infuriating part. I leave every file and textbook related to my private practice at the facility. But my grandfathers' journals are comforting.

Regardless of how mechanical and emotionless his work is presented, it was the real him. He wasn't a husband, father or a grandfather. He was a doctor.

Can I really be anything else? If I split my focus and involve someone else, will I become the same as him? Is that what lead to his aggressive life choices?

Do I want to continue living the way they would have wanted me too? I always come back around to the same question.

I have to talk to Morgan. She is special to me. I can't let her get away that easy. If there is one thing my family taught me was that persistence is the key to breakthrough.