But this world was still here. She didn’t open her eyes the next morning and see the bedroom of Michael’s apartment in Flagstaff, or even her own room at her parents’ home. No, she was still in the house he was renting in Clarkdale.
Absolutely nothing had changed.
Well, all right, maybe not nothing. Michael McAllister loved her in this universe, just as he loved her in the real one. That had to imply their love was good, and pure, and meant to be, no matter where they were. But clearly, she’d gotten everything else wrong. Michael’s love for her wasn’t the key to breaking the wish and making everything go back to the way it used to be. She’d thought that theory was a good one, the only thing that made any sense, but it seemed as if she’d made a huge miscalculation.
All through breakfast,
