She flipped open the workbook with frantic hands. New words appeared:
I saw her yesterday, Emma. Diana. She smiled at me. But I walked past her. I kept walking. Just like you said. I don't want her. I only want you.
Emma's chest constricted. A tremor rippled through her body. Ethan had chosen differently in the past—and the echo of that choice had rewritten her present.
But it was wrong. This Ethan wasn't the man she had loved. Their history—the bitter, brutal truth—had been erased.
And if one detail could shift… how many more could?
The realization left her shivering, caught between awe and dread.