arp with the bitterness of a fifty-year marria
lifelong regret, were, "If I could do it
ght flooded my vision as I shot awake, an eighteen-y
tter past, starting with Jocelyn Anderson, the ice quee
f the future to build an empire, while deliberately acti
chool, sat next to me in class, and shockingly
accused her of loving another, blinded by the p
my fate, her trembling voice hit me like a physical
ears, Ethan," she whispered, her
arrived, pulling her away and reigniting the crushing
n, even with a second chance, ev
two lifetimes, leaving me with an agonizing question: if we both remember
a truth so profound it would either heal my soul or shatter it completely, fo