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exchanged a look, as if they were deciding whether or not to reveal whatever she knew, then Chris leaned forward and rested his forearms on the table. At last, he began to explain.
“When Sylvie and I first started dating, she asked me if I knew anyone named Katelyn. I said no, and she then proceeded to remind me about the interview I did with you at UW. It was only then that I remembered you, but I didn’t know why she had known about it, or why she was asking.”
“I still don’t understand,” I said.
Sylvie sat forward as well. “Maybe we should start with you telling me what you saw in your vision, Katelyn. Or I could guess, if you like.”
I leaned back and gestured with a hand. “Please, go ahead. I’m very curious.”
Without wavering, she said, “Did you imagine that you were married to Chris, and that you had a son together?”
I felt the color drain from my face, and nodded.
“Was his name Logan?” Sylvie asked.
I frowned at the sudden ache of longing in my heart and spoke heatedly. “Yes.”
Chris and Sylvie exchanged another look.
“Was he sick? With leukemia?”
I couldn’t take much more of this. It was bringing it all back, making Logan real again. And if these people—who were complete strangers to me—knew about him, surely he had to be real. “My God, yes. How do you know that?”
Sylvie pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I know it because it sort of… did happen.”
I quickly shook my head, not knowing what to make of her latest revelation. If it really were true, where was my son?
“Wait a minute…” Bailey leaned forward as well. “ How could it have happened? I’ve known Katelyn all my life, and she was married to a man named Mark. They never had any children. What are you talking about?”
The waitress arrived just then, set down Chris’s and Sylvie’s drinks and asked if we were ready to order.
My shoulders slumped at her terrible timing.
Chris picked up his menu. “We both have patients at 1:00 and have to get back to the office by then,” he explained. Then he looked up at the waitress and handed the menu back. “I’ll have the pan-fried haddock and vegetables with rice.”
Sylvie ordered the same thing, and Bailey and I ordered chicken salads.
As soon as the waitress was gone, Sylvie continued. “I know this must seem crazy to you…”
“Trust me. It doesn’t.”
She nodded with understanding. “Either way, I think you deserve to know what happened—to me, at least.” She sipped her water and set down the glass. “I had a strange experience last year when I experimented with lucid dreams. There’s also a similar phenomenon called astral projection. I’m not sure what happened to me exactly, and it certainly wasn’t a controlled experiment. I was completely on my own and didn’t tell anyone what I was doing.”
“What happened?” I wanted desperately to hear everything she had to say as quickly as possible, before they had to leave.
“I don’t know,” she replied, “but it seemed as if I traveled backwards through time and relived certain events from my past where I did something differently, and when I woke up the morning after, my life was different. I did it more than once, too.”
Bailey inclined her head. “You mean like in Back to the Future when Marty McFly goes back in time, changes how his parents met, and it affects the future?”
Sylvie chuckled softly. “Yes, kind of like that. It’s complicated to explain, because it seemed as if each time I woke up with a new life—always on the same day in the present—it was like an alternate reality. Each a parallel life, in a way.” She inhaled deeply. “In one of those alternate realities, I met Chris, and he was married to you. Or at least, he had been. You were divorced, but you had a son named Logan.”
“We were divorced because I cheated on you,” I said to Chris, “which I would never do in real life. I’m very sorry about that. Seriously.”
Chris
“When Sylvie and I first started dating, she asked me if I knew anyone named Katelyn. I said no, and she then proceeded to remind me about the interview I did with you at UW. It was only then that I remembered you, but I didn’t know why she had known about it, or why she was asking.”
“I still don’t understand,” I said.
Sylvie sat forward as well. “Maybe we should start with you telling me what you saw in your vision, Katelyn. Or I could guess, if you like.”
I leaned back and gestured with a hand. “Please, go ahead. I’m very curious.”
Without wavering, she said, “Did you imagine that you were married to Chris, and that you had a son together?”
I felt the color drain from my face, and nodded.
“Was his name Logan?” Sylvie asked.
I frowned at the sudden ache of longing in my heart and spoke heatedly. “Yes.”
Chris and Sylvie exchanged another look.
“Was he sick? With leukemia?”
I couldn’t take much more of this. It was bringing it all back, making Logan real again. And if these people—who were complete strangers to me—knew about him, surely he had to be real. “My God, yes. How do you know that?”
Sylvie pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I know it because it sort of… did happen.”
I quickly shook my head, not knowing what to make of her latest revelation. If it really were true, where was my son?
“Wait a minute…” Bailey leaned forward as well. “ How could it have happened? I’ve known Katelyn all my life, and she was married to a man named Mark. They never had any children. What are you talking about?”
The waitress arrived just then, set down Chris’s and Sylvie’s drinks and asked if we were ready to order.
My shoulders slumped at her terrible timing.
Chris picked up his menu. “We both have patients at 1:00 and have to get back to the office by then,” he explained. Then he looked up at the waitress and handed the menu back. “I’ll have the pan-fried haddock and vegetables with rice.”
Sylvie ordered the same thing, and Bailey and I ordered chicken salads.
As soon as the waitress was gone, Sylvie continued. “I know this must seem crazy to you…”
“Trust me. It doesn’t.”
She nodded with understanding. “Either way, I think you deserve to know what happened—to me, at least.” She sipped her water and set down the glass. “I had a strange experience last year when I experimented with lucid dreams. There’s also a similar phenomenon called astral projection. I’m not sure what happened to me exactly, and it certainly wasn’t a controlled experiment. I was completely on my own and didn’t tell anyone what I was doing.”
“What happened?” I wanted desperately to hear everything she had to say as quickly as possible, before they had to leave.
“I don’t know,” she replied, “but it seemed as if I traveled backwards through time and relived certain events from my past where I did something differently, and when I woke up the morning after, my life was different. I did it more than once, too.”
Bailey inclined her head. “You mean like in Back to the Future when Marty McFly goes back in time, changes how his parents met, and it affects the future?”
Sylvie chuckled softly. “Yes, kind of like that. It’s complicated to explain, because it seemed as if each time I woke up with a new life—always on the same day in the present—it was like an alternate reality. Each a parallel life, in a way.” She inhaled deeply. “In one of those alternate realities, I met Chris, and he was married to you. Or at least, he had been. You were divorced, but you had a son named Logan.”
“We were divorced because I cheated on you,” I said to Chris, “which I would never do in real life. I’m very sorry about that. Seriously.”
Chris
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