Desperate, I checked the phone for any clues. Messages, emails—anything to explain this nightmare. But every photo, every message, every single trace of my past life was gone. It was like Rachel had never existed.
The wedding date in the framed photo caught my eye. The same day I had married Rachel. Except in this version of reality, it was Chloe standing beside me. A cold sweat dripped down my back.
I rushed to the door, needing air, needing proof that the world outside was still real. But just as I reached for the handle, Chloe stirred behind me. “Honey, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.