The flame goes out. “Where are we?” Trent asks. “When are we?”
I’m reliving the moment when we got to the future for the very first time, when we discovered the building was empty and abandoned. The moment I interrupted when I arrived from the other timeline and caused the paradox. But now there’s only one version of me standing here.
The paradox wiped out everything from the last year of my life. All the other trips to the future. All the changes we made to the timeline, for better or worse. All the deaths we couldn’t stop.
I’m the older Elena and the younger one. And I remember everything.
This time, I know what I have to do.
PART VII
THE PRESENT
WEDNESDAY
At 7:02 p.m. I check the table for the tenth time, making sure everything is in its place. Chips and guacamole. Plates. Silve
