The fabric of the world around her lurched violently. Ethan's figure in front of her turned translucent — and then he was gone.
A wave of dizziness crashed over her. Everything went black.
"Ms. Wren! Ms. Wren — here's your interview brief. Take a look when you're ready."
Yara opened her eyes.
She was inside a television studio. The lanyard on her chest read: News Anchor — Yara Wren, Harrington Broadcasting.
The memories of ten years ago came back to her slowly, one piece at a time.
This time, Ethan really hadn't confessed. More than that — he had started avoiding her entirely.
Until eighteen-year-old Yara had finally gathered her courage and told him how she felt. His reply had been: "I've never thought of you that way. Please show some self-respect."
Then he had offered to send he
