crossing over into that other world? Was it something I did? Or did my indecision about whether or not to beg Finn to stay create a middle-ground somehow, a way for me to live in both worlds for a moment, until I finally dropped into the other one?
I supposed I’d never know.
And I tried not to think about the other possibility: that we all, every one of us, were just floating along, sliding from reality to reality, with no idea at all that it was happening. That every time our hair stood on end, telling us something was wrong— or we were struck with a sense of déjà vu or an inexplicable hunch— it was really a sign of us shifting between worlds.
Or the world shifting between each of us.
I walked into the diner and saw Finn sitting at a table in the back, his face lighting up when he spotted me, and I couldn’t help it— I checked the length of his hair, the curve of the scar on the corner of his mouth, counted the crinkles at the corners of his eyes as he smiled.
I doubted I could ever look at him again and not feel compelled to check and make sure he was my Finn. But how could I know for sure? And in the end, what did it really matter? If our choices create our world, then wouldn’t any Finn be my Finn?
“Ro? You okay?” his voice jolted me out of my circular thoughts and I leaned down to kiss him, just to make sure.
Nope. Not weird at all.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said with a smile. “Everything’s good.”
My phone rang and I pulled it from my bag as I slipped into the seat across from him. The smile froze on my face at the sight of the words flashing on the screen.
Private Number.
No.
“What’s wrong?” Finn asked, tilting his head to try and see my phone. “Who is it?”
My thumb hovered over the accept button for a moment, then I glanced up at Finn and set the phone on the table, turning it so he could read it. His eyebrows shot up and he looked at me expectantly. Waiting.
“Probably a telemarketer,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“Or a wrong number.”
“Could be.”
The ringing continued, the electronic melody combining with a vibration that bounced my phone a little across the tabletop.
“So, what are you going to do?” he asked, reaching for my hand.
I held on tight, took a deep breath, and answered the call.
Also by T.M. Franklin
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