Chapter 12 The Confession 2

• "The moment you said my name in that storm," he admitted, "something broke through everything she'd smoothed over. I've been fighting it back for three weeks, trying to stay careful, trying not to frighten you away before I'd finished making sure this timeline was safe. But I can't hold it back anymore. Not after what just happened."
• Thalia sat back slightly, processing the impossible shape of everything he'd just handed her, a thousand lifetimes of grief compressed into a single trembling confession beneath a canopy of dripping trees.
• "Why me," she finally asked, though she suspected, somewhere beneath the shock, that she already understood the answer. "Out of every version of this life, why does this particular one matter so much?"