Larissa had been thirteen at the time and was spending the night at a friend's home, expecting her father to collect her the following morning.
He would never make that journey.
Ning moved closer to the desk, still holding Larissa's hand.
The journal contained a photograph of a man attached to the upper portion of the page, with several lines of handwritten text beneath it.
Ning leaned forward, attempting to read what was written.
The color and clarity of the vision were not perfect, but he could see enough to know that the page contained notes about the man in the photograph.
A name might have been among them, but part of the writing remained hidden beneath Larissa's father's hand.
Ning instinctively reached toward the journal, but his fingers passed through it. He pulled his hand back as he learned that he couldn't interact with anything.
This was a vision, after all.
Larissa's entire attention remained on her father.
