Kaelen felt everything.
Not metaphorically. Literally. Every heartbeat in Haven. Every breath in the arcology. Every whisper of wind across the Divide. The anchor made him part of the world—and the world part of him.
He tried to sleep. Couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw other places. Other times. Other versions of himself that had made different choices.
Zara found him sitting on the porch at midnight.
“You haven't moved in four hours.”
“I've moved everywhere.”
She sat beside him. “Talk to me.”
“The anchor—it's not just holding the timeline. It's connecting me to every timeline. Every possibility. I can see them. Thousands of them. Millions.”
“What do you see?”
“Versions of us. Some together. Some apart. Some dead. Some never born.” He looked at her. “In one timeline,
