The pills were bitter, but not as bitter as their laughter when they told me I’d imagined the affair.\n\nI still remember Mom’s voice: ‘You’re lucky they even want you, Gina. Don’t ruin this.’ Three fiancés. One bed. No say. I wore white every day like a shroud.\n\nThen I jumped.\n\nNow I’m back—eighteen again, pulse racing, tears dry. The engagement ring sits on my dresser. Tomorrow, they’ll propose publicly. But this time, I’m already at Cody Rowan’s door, heart pounding, fists clenched.\n\nHe answers, stunned. ‘Gina? You don’t know me.’\n\nI do, I want to say. I’ve seen every version of this story. And in all of them… I die unless I choose you first.