Adam tentatively takes my hand in his. “When I saw we were married in that future, I wasn’t surprised at all. And when we met Ava…” His voice gets choked up, and he swallows before continuing. “It felt right.”
“But it didn’t last. The future changed, and we weren’t together anymore.”
“No. I refuse to believe that what we have won’t last.”
I shake my head. “There’s no way we can be sure that the future where we were married wasn’t the fluke.”
“I’m sure.” He touches my face softly, trailing his knuckles down my cheek. “Some things won’t ever change, like my feelings for you.”
My gut clenches at his words, but I don’t move away. “Don’t say things like that. You might mean them now, but we’re divorced in thirty years. You must not feel that way in the future, or you wouldn’t have left.”
