That night, the dreams returned.
She found herself once again in the schoolyard, but the details were different. Ethan approached, watch on the wrong wrist. He caught her hand and pressed something into it—a lilac blossom, delicate and trembling.
"You told me once you loved these," he said, eyes bright with youthful certainty.
Emma's heart lurched. She had never received a flower from him in high school. Not once.
When she woke, the blossom lay wilted on her pillow.
Emma sat in the dim kitchen light, staring at the flower, the pendant, the watch—three impossible objects, all pulled through from a boy who should no longer exist in her present.
The rules of time were unraveling.
And with each unraveling, Emma knew she was falling deeper into a love that could destroy her all over again.