The siblings scrambled down the attic stairs, the snow crunching under their boots as they raced toward the backyard. The clock in the hallway ticked toward twelve, each second echoing like a drumbeat in their chests.
He opened the notebook to the last page, where his mother’s handwriting read: “When you’re ready, the Sis will show you what we could never see.” He turned the page, and beneath it was a fresh line, written in his own hand, as if it had been waiting for him to fill it in: Cassidy smiled, tears now replaced with a fierce resolve. “We’re not alone. We have each other, and we have a purpose.” RealitySis 25 01 06 Sawyer Cassidy Our Parents ...
Cassidy’s eyes filled with tears. “You left us. You… you were gone for three years. Why didn’t you try to come back?” The siblings scrambled down the attic stairs, the
Their father’s voice was low, heavy with regret. “When the project went too far, the government wanted us to weaponize it. We refused. They tried to take us. In the chaos, we were forced to step through a portal—one we thought would be a temporary observation window. We ended up in a branch where we could keep working without interference. We couldn’t return without risking tearing the fabric of reality.” “We’re not alone