She woke with a scream, clutching the workbook. Fresh words sprawled across the page:
If you won't tell me, I'll learn it myself. I swear, Emma, I'll do anything to stop whatever future you're so afraid of.
Emma slammed the book shut, heart hammering.
The boy she loved was no longer just writing to her—he was beginning to fight against the silence, desperate enough to alter everything.
And Emma knew, with bone-deep certainty: if she lost control of this, time itself might shatter.
The lines between past, present, and future were no longer just blurred—they were tearing apart, and she could feel herself caught in the rift.