Parallel (Parallel, #1)

by Elle O'Roark

“I think…no matter what universe we land in, we land there together.”

Except spending a morning with Quinn was like being exposed to sunlight after an entire lifetime beneath fluorescent lights. I’m not sure, now, that I can be happy with less.

“You’re not doing her any favors, young man,” Dr. Grosbaum says, his voice tight. “Whoever is resetting the timeline will continue to do so until she gets what she wants from your wife. If the resets don’t kill her in the first place, that is.” “Quinn is not my wife.” Dr. Grosbaum throws his pen down in disgust. “And she never will be if the two of you refuse to listen.”

She is meant to be mine, and somehow today I need to convince her of that.

I don’t know how many lives I’ve lived with him, but it feels a little unfair that I can’t live this one with him too.

I’ve missed this. My God, I’ve missed this. For years, for decades. I am molten, nothing but a collection of burning atoms, so weightless I could be floating in midair, for all I know.

Should I tell him everything? I can’t. It will sound insane, and he’ll never believe me. I figured out the truth months ago and I hardly believe it myself. But I can’t lose him again. “I’m not going to let her separate us,” I promise him quietly. “Not this time.”

“I somehow found you once in London, and then I found you here, when I didn’t know who you were,” she says. “And nothing can keep me away from you now that I do.”