March 6th.
Work continues on the project. As I worked I couldn't help but think about the past. When Emily and I lost our daughter. Erin was our world, and when she passed, it was impossible to go on. Even now it's hard to talk about. A month after it happened, I shut myself away from the world. But Doctor Clinton helped bring me back.
Anyways, I've decided to name this project 'Project Erin' in her honor. I've begun to gather the necessary parts that I will need. I am keeping track of these results in a separate book, so I can monitor my progress. I've also sent my work to Ethan for him to check my figures. Better safe than sorry, I suppose.
But... well, one thing was bothering me. Emily seemed upset at me for sending my figures to Ethan. It was only for a second, but I saw it on her face. She said that perhaps it wasn't wise of me to expose my work to the world. I could be on the verge of greatness, she said, and I didn't want to lose it by having someone else take credit for it.
Now I don't think Michael or Ethan would ever do something like that, but her words are sticking with me. Interesting. I shall meet with Ethan tomorrow to further discuss my work.
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About Time
Short StoryThe following is a journal recovered from the crime scene during the McIssac investigation. -- Property of The Division of Special Investigations.
