Days turned into weeks as I skimmed through the book several times, finding myself stuck. I had no way of getting in touch with Keyvah Marsh and even when I was in a close enough vicinity to speak to her, she’d ignore me. I was sure that she knew why I wanted to talk to her at this point.
Max attempted to help me by researching through what she referred to as a googling searching engine whilst I, continued on in the old fashion sense containing books. Still, however, nothing seemed to jog such a memory as that which I experienced weeks prior.
A Tuesday rolled around eventually; none of the day particularly special. However, I did frequently find myself unintentionally short tempered with everyone. I had to apologize with Laura a couple of times in our computer information cla
