The Unmaking of June Farrow

by Adrienne Young

jacket. I suspected that the ache of missing her would mostly come from those little things. The holes that were left behind, empty places I’d stumble upon now that she was gone.

“I’ll explain it to you the way it was explained to me. Time is like a rope, made of many fibers, and when they’re bound up together, they make one strong timeline.” She stared at me, waiting to be convinced of whether I was following. “But once you cross it, it begins to fray. Those fibers loosen. Unwind. Eventually, they are bound to unravel. Then you don’t have one timeline anymore.” Two places at once. Two times at once. “So, they’re real? The things I’m seeing and hearing?” She nodded. “They’re just parallel threads.”