EDEN'S POV
I spend the entire night staring at dates.
The photograph sits on my desk, Jack's birthday sits beside it, the timeline lives inside my head and the numbers refuse to stop matching.
Every time I find a reason to dismiss the possibility, another detail drags me right back.
That's what I keep telling myself that it's just a coincidence and the problem is I don't believe it anymore.
By three in the morning I'm still awake, by four I'm recalculating dates I've already calculated ten times and by five the city begins waking outside my windows while I remain exactly where I started.
Staring, thinking, failing because every road leads back to the same place.
Jack, the possibility sits heavily inside my chest.
I grab the photograph again and study it longer.
The date remains ex
