THE NEXT DAY, WE ARE all packing our bags. Kevin and Brian spend the day getting a few outfits together that wouldn’t be out of place in 1960. I pack up my items, and once night falls, we head out.
We get to the rocks, and Kevin looks a bit leery. I look over, and say, “We will go first, okay?” and he nods.
I look over at David, and he gives me one long kiss and takes my hand. “On three?” he says, just as he has every time we have gone through before.
I nod. “On three.”
Then he counts. “One... two... three.” And we touch the rock and are pulled and then pushed into 1960 again. We move off to the side, and I fall to my knees, dizzier and weaker than I have been before.
“Ivy, what’s wrong?” David asks, a bit panicked. He’s on his knees beside me and holding me in an instant. I focus on
