Ethan dropped the phone.
It hit the kitchen floor with a sharp crack.
For a second, he could not move.
He could not breathe.
He could not even think.
Claire stood in front of him with her coat in her hands.
“What happened?”
Ethan stared at her.
The memory was crashing back into him.
The hospital hallway.
The white lights.
The doctor.
The words that had destroyed his life.
Your wife did not survive.
“No,” Ethan whispered.
Claire stepped closer.
“Ethan, what is going on?”
He grabbed her arm.
“You are not going there.”
“Why?”
“Because I know.”
Claire froze.
“You know what?”
Ethan looked at the clock.
6:43 a.m.
He remembered the time from the original timeline.
6:47 a.m.
A machine alarm would sound.
6:49 a.m.
Workers would start running.
6:52 a.m.
The accident would become catastrophic.
7:03 a.m.
Claire would be trapped.
7:18 a.m.
She would be taken to the hospital.
7:36 a.m.
She would die.
Ethan had six minutes.
Six minutes to change a future that had already happened once.
He grabbed the keys to his truck.
“Get in.”
Claire stared at him.
“Ethan, I need to go to work.”
“You...