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Quinn, age four, was brought into our clinic due to recurrent nightmares. Parents report that patient wakes several times a week, crying for her “husband” (“Nick”), and claiming they’ve been separated by someone. Patient insists she “isn’t supposed to be here” for hours and sometimes days afterward. There are no further signs of psychosis.
Oh I already like this
Losing our venue two months before the wedding should have made me panic, but I try not to get too attached to things.
As all brides should think imo
The woman is pleading with me as if I’m a child on the cusp of a tantrum, but nothing she says makes sense. I am already married. And since when did London get so hot? It’s never like this here.
Ohhhhhh……
“No,” I gasp, but even as I’m denying it, praying this is a nightmare, some part of my brain has begun to recognize him too, and remembers a different life, one in which Nick does not exist. Nick does not exist. I roll face down in the grass and begin to weep.
Oh this is already heartbreaking. I love it
I remember his eyes, his mouth, that dimple of his.
A dimple you say? I’m already in love with Nick
That dimple of his appears. I want to marry him based on that dimple alone.
Yep. Me too girl
From the moment we met yesterday, it was as if I was meant to know him, or perhaps, somehow, already did.
Oh this series is going to rip me to shreds, isn’t it?🥺
“You’ve got a, um, bruise…on your neck.” I struggle to understand why, exactly, she’s being so weird—until I realize that by bruise she actually means hickey.
It’s real?!?!
Toward the end of his life, my father’s hints turned into pleas. Jeff will keep you safe, he would whisper, squeezing my hand, the morphine making his words nearly unintelligible. Marry him and you’ll always be safe.
Maybe this means more?
There’s something off tonight, but I can’t put my finger on it.
He gonna put it on your finger. He’s gonna propose
“That’s because we’re meant to be together,” he says softly.
Oh I have no doubt
My voice is hushed as I meet his eye. “I think…no matter what universe we land in, we land there together.”
Romance at its finest
“I know it’s too soon,” he says. “I know this is insane. But I also know that you’re the person I was born for, and I don’t want to wait to start our lives together.”
I knew it! And also, awwwwwww so so sweet 🥹
To say I miss someone I’ve never met. I grieve for him.
Heartbreaking 💔 like a dream about someone you’ve never met or someone you haven’t seen in ages invading your sleep
“Well, after what happened with the Petersons, you seemed to grow out of it, mostly.”
What happened? I’m sure we’ll find out
but what’s done is done. You can’t change the past.
Seems like foreshadowing
Outdoors it is stifling, and painfully bright, the very air tinged a harsh gold, making things seem ominous in some way I can’t name.
Maybe she died in the past with this lighting?
“Good morning, Mrs. Reilly,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
Awww they’re married
She continues to avoid my eye. “Yeah. And it was like you were talking to someone you were with. You were promising her she’d be fine and then you were…” she swallows. “You were yelling at someone to get away from her.”
Oh… a death maybe?
I smile, but my throat tightens at his words. Lately I’ve had this odd sense that our time is running out, and I have no idea why.
I don’t like that, Elle. Why you gotta write that and make me feel all anxious and shit?
I don’t, but I can’t entirely say why that’s the case. I just sense trouble. There’s something dark inside me, something I buried so deep I can mostly forget it’s there. But it’s been whispering to me again of late, ever since I started remembering Nick.
Then Nick, my Nick, walks into the room.
I love this book so much already
“We were at this gas station and I called home to tell my mother what we were doing and you were inside, in line. And I started crying because I was never going to see you again. I just knew somehow that it was all over, and I was going to die. And then I woke up.”
A past or parallel life
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.
I trusted my father’s views implicitly, and for good reason—I wasn’t the only one of us who sometimes knew things I should not.
He’s used to hospital rooms, but usually he’s the one barking orders, not the one sitting and praying all will be well. And in this moment, I suddenly feel certain it won’t be.
going to have to ask you to leave.” He leans over me. His concern has turned to panic. “Honey, you’re okay,” he says, but I feel it already, the dimming inside me. I want to cry out and beg the universe for one more minute, a chance to explain, but I know it’s useless.
I turn to walk away and find myself spun back toward him before I’ve even had time to process it. His mouth lands on mine without hesitation or uncertainty, as if I’m a meal he’s been waiting for years to consume.
has gone on long enough,”
Can’t not think about Dennis from its always sunny saying this in that terrible accent. Despite the tense moment. Okay carry on
We introduce ourselves, but he is glancing past us and doesn’t seem to be listening.
What does he see past them? Or is he feeling something?
His bride’s face is partially obscured,
I look around and realize there are pictures of that same woman all over his office. In each, her face is slightly unclear,
Maybe he’s been through it too. Maybe those photos are from other past lives and that’s why her face is obscured
“Time jumper?”
“If I were to venture a guess, I’d say there’s been some foul play. Someone has gone back in time and done something to change the course of your life.
“My wife…she was one of you.”
It’s shearing your brain as surely as I could with a pair of scissors.”
The comparison she ,ace when she died in her dream. I suspect it has something to do with whatever happened to Nick’s brother when they were young. When she said it was her fault,t and couldn’t tell nick
Her face softens when she looks up at him, in a way it did not for me.
Is she the one altering the timeline? Because she wants nick?
Maybe their daughter?
“There’s something called the Rule of Threes.”
What she said when she was dying…
She grins. Her smile reminds me of someone, but I can’t place it.
“Yes,” I whisper. “You were a perfect gentleman.”
Double meaning. My heart.
“He got in a car with this drunk idiot. I still have no idea why he did it. He knew better. But if I’d gone to the party, it never would have happened.” His voice is heavy, quiet with guilt.
What if it was her in another timeline? Or whoever is trying to keep them apart?
Except I wasn’t apologizing for his loss. I was apologizing because I think it might have been my fault.
She jumps to her feet and marches out. I watch her go, knowing I’ve made the right decision and wondering, at the same time, if I’ll come to regret it.
What if Meg is the time traveler because she wants nick?
The sun is in its last gasp,
I like the way this is phrased
Their hatred for each other is a force, the fifth member of our little gathering, and someone is about to get hit.
What if Jeff is some reincarnated form of Ryan? Or what if Jeff is somehow the one manipulating her timeline?
My God, I’ve missed this. For years, for decades.
“Please come back to me, Quinn.”
never gave it any thought before, and now, especially now,” he says, placing a hand over my swollen belly,
WHAAAAAATTTTT?!?!
“If you don’t come find me, there will never be a time when I won’t come find you.”
