Derek found out about the window. I don't know how. I gave him a few
days, even completed the Journal translations as a form of penitence. Still he didn't
mention it. In the end, I confessed. What can I say, it's a habit. He said nothing,
just smiled in that way he has. I know him well enough to understand what that
means. He knew. He had known, probably, since the second he entered the house,
probably from the moment he set foot on the island.
But it wasn't Julia who told him. I recounted the conversation to her,
confession is good for the soul, after all, and I wanted to give her the opportunity to
rescue hers. She did, however, suggest Nicholas may be able to help me repair it.
Why am I surprised? Boyle's probably broken enough windows in his time to build
the Hubble space telescope, makes sense that he'd know how to repair them.
Surprisingly, he agreed. Actually, he glanced up slowly, then went back to his
paper. But he didn't say no, and he didn't feel the urge to go for a run, so I think I
can count on him for help.
