Jude exhaled. "That's what you called it, right? The shift?"
The man leaned forward slightly. "It's more than that."
Jude waited, but he didn't elaborate.
Instead, the woman who had let him in spoke. "We've all felt it. That sense that something isn't right. That the world around us is… changing."
Jude frowned. "Changing how?"
She exchanged a glance with the man.
Then, she pulled something from her pocket and slid it across the table toward him.
A photograph.
Jude hesitated before picking it up.
His breath caught.
It was the same photograph he had in his apartment. The boy standing near the lake. The one that had been in the wooden box for years.
His hands tightened around the edges of the photo. "Where did you get this?"
The man watched him carefully. "That's what we're trying to figure out."
