EpilogueTwo months later
Frode was sitting in the clean cabin kitchen with the book in his hands. He checked it every morning, and for several days in a row now, it had shown him giving the book to a young woman with caramel skin and huge hazel eyes. They’re in a coffee shop he didn’t recognize, but after he handed the book over, his life fast-forwarded, showing him and Imre laughing, making love, fighting, crying, swimming in the lake, kissing in the sunshine. It ended with him dying, old and wrinkly, in his bed with Imre holding his hand as he drew his last breath.
In the scenarios when he didn’t give the woman the book, his father finds him, and the outcomes vary, but more often than not, either he or Imre get hurt or killed. He couldn’t risk it.
He wanted a peaceful life with Imre,
