"The cat gave you something?" I asked. "That's different than how it happened before."
"Yeah, about that." Travis scratched the back of his sandy-blond head. "These three little words keep coming out of your mouth, words like before, again, and already. I don't know what to think about those three little words."
"I've already lived through tonight," I admitted. "Something, or someone, sent me back for a redo. It has something to do with Chloe and her chauffeur's deaths."
"Chloe, as in your dad's wife? Wait, deaths? As in they're dead...again?"
I nodded. "Chauffeur Ethen died for the second time tonight. Chloe will die again tomorrow morning if I don't figure this out. Now, tell me, please. What did the backward cat give you?"
"This." He held it out, and it was something I'd heard
