I kept flipping through the journal, each page pulling me deeper into Miles’ private thoughts. I wasn’t about to miss anything that could give me answers.

One of the entries was dated before Miles had returned to the country. It read: '“Over fourteen hundred days... it’s time to go back.”' Fourteen hundred days—four years exactly. The weight of that realization settled on me, but I pushed forward, turning to the next entry.

Then I stopped cold, my heart ...