Andy Finch was a man of logic. He built algorithms. He predicted market trends based on data. He believed in cause and effect.
He did not believe in reincarnation.
He stared at the woman across from him. She had just spent the last twenty minutes laying out a narrative that belonged in a psychiatric ward, not a Michelin-star restaurant.
She spoke of a previous timeline. Of seven years of misery with David. Of stomach cancer. Of a betrayal involving her step-sister and her husband. Of dying on the floor while they watched. And finally, of a Moon Goddess who hit the reset button.
"So," Andy said slowly, keeping his voice carefully neutral. "Let me get this straight. You aren't having a nervous breakdown caused by wedding stress. You are actually a time traveler sent back by a celestial d
