She found the entrance behind a rusted iron gate obscured by ivy. The key turned with a click that felt like a heartbeat.
"I’m Lucy. I’m here to return this. It was sent to me by mistake." A Nice Girl Like You
The man, whose nameplate read Julian , didn't take the box. "We don't make mistakes, Lucy. That journal belongs to a version of you that hasn't happened yet." She found the entrance behind a rusted iron
Being a "nice girl," Lucy didn’t open the journal. She spent three hours researching the address. She discovered that Wickham Lane had been a hidden alleyway behind the old clock tower, sealed off since the 1920s. Against every logical instinct she possessed, Lucy didn’t call the post office. She took the brass key and walked toward the clock tower. I’m here to return this