His heart felt like it had been torn into pieces.
Ring — ring — ring —
A sharp alarm blared through his skull. The pain crested and everything went black.
When he opened his eyes again, the smell of disinfectant was thick in the air.
Ethan stared up at the white ceiling, hollow and still. The cold sweat on his forehead told him it had only been a dream.
Had it really been a dream?
Or had it been another version of himself in another timeline?
Only now, lying there, did the two sets of memories finally stop fighting and fold together into one.
When he thought about the life Yara had stepped into after he let her go — the brightness of it, the freedom — he felt both relieved and wrecked at the same time.
The source of everything had been that phone call ten years ago.
The person wh
