Extraits

“Tomorrow morning, I want you to turn to the people you love, and give them the gift of your heart. Tell them how much you care about them. Tell them that you respect and value them. Tell them that no matter what, no matter what distance or time separates you, you will always be there for them. That you will never, ever forget them.”

“Through them, I learned the value of this season. Togetherness, closeness, generosity of spirit. Spending time with people you care about. They cannot be placed beneath a tree to open on Christmas morning, but when these gifts are given to us, we carry them with us forever. And I wouldn’t have known any of that, were it not for my friends.”

If a man accrued a fortune through the labor of others, it was only right that he would treat those others with respect and honor.

“It’s funny,” she said, her expression easing. “You’re fascinated by the future, but I’m in love with the past. Especially your era.”

“Does that mean that you believe me? That I’m truly Charles Whitley?”

For a long while, she said nothing. Anxiety climbed up his back, and he realized how important it was to have her accept that he had come from the past.

“You know,” she said slowly, with a growing smile, “I think I do.”

“You do?”

“Crazy as it sounds, I believe you really traveled here from 1902.”