Chapter 60 – Time Mannequin (Part 3)
"Hah… Hah… Hah…"
Like a streak of lightning, Jack tore through the bunker's corridors, every step echoing his desperation. His breath came ragged, his pulse thundered in his ears, and his mind spun with a storm of frantic thoughts. He could not, would not, accept what his instincts were whispering.
'She can't be. She has to be fine. Maybe the essence didn't reach her. Maybe she's the exception.'
He clung to that thought with every ounce of his will, denying reason, denying logic, denying reality itself. This was not the Jack who usually accepted facts coldly, who confronted the world with unflinching eyes. That Jack would scoff at the man running now, blinded by desperation. But none of that mattered. Not here. Not now.
Because this was his mother.
