She fell asleep with the workbook open beside her. That night, she dreamed of Ethan as he once was—standing in the schoolyard, hand outstretched, jade pendant glinting in the sun. He was smiling, eyes alight with love so fierce it burned.
When she woke, the pendant was in her hand.
Her scream echoed through the empty apartment.
The impossible had become reality. Emma sat frozen, clutching the pendant, knowing that her life—and perhaps the very fabric of time itself—had shifted in ways she could never undo.