Free Timeless by Michelle Madow

remember who we were back then?”
    “You mean the past life we all had together in Regency Era, England, when I married Drew?” Chelsea said. “Because if that’s what you mean, then yes, I’ve had flashes of the past. I remember what happened then. Drew married me. He chose me.”
    “That can’t be right.” I felt dizzy with everything she was throwing at me. Drew had never told me what happened to his past self after my death. Could he have married Catherine—Chelsea’s past self? His parents back then wanted him to marry her for her noble title, so with my past self dead, he might have gone through with it to please them.
    “Oh, but it is right,” Chelsea said. “I saw it.”
    “When?” I asked, shocked that she remembered anything at all. According to Alistair, to get flashes people needed a trigger. My trigger was Drew. What was Chelsea’s? “When did you remember?”
    “Probably after you,” she said. “Because I’m getting the feeling that you remembered before I did. Way before I did. Not that I’m surprised you didn’t tell me.” She flipped her shiny, auburn hair over her shoulder. “You’ve been quite the secretive one lately, haven’t you?”
    Chelsea had somehow made it sound like everything was my fault, even though she was wrong. This wasn’t how this conversation was supposed to go. I had to gain control. I was on a mission: Find out what she’d done, and fix it.
    “Would you have believed me if I’d told you?” I said, gaining courage when she didn’t say yes. “I began getting the flashes shortly after meeting Drew, when he walked into our History class on the first day of school. I remembered my past life gradually; I wasn’t sure it was real at first. But what I remembered was clear—in the past, Drew broke up with you to be with me. So from what you’re saying, there were clearly some differences with what we saw.”
    “I would love to hear what was so different that you couldn’t understand what it meant that Drew married me!” Chelsea said, her hands curled into fists. “What’s hard to understand about that? Clearly I’m the one he wanted to be with!”
    “He would have married me if I hadn’t died before he had the chance,” I said flatly.
    That stopped Chelsea in her tracks.
    “But you didn’t see that part, did you?”
    She looked stunned, and unsure how to respond.
    Of course my mom chose that moment to stick her head through the door.
    “Is everything all right up here?” she asked, her forehead creased as she looked back and forth between us. I guessed they could hear Chelsea’s yelling from downstairs.
    “It’s fine.” I managed to smile. “Chelsea and I just have some stuff to talk about, if that’s okay.”
    “I understand,” she said. “Tyler said he would have come up, but he thought I was more suited to deal with ‘girl stuff.’ Take as much time as you need. We’ll wait for you for dessert.”
    She slipped out of the room and closed the door, leaving Chelsea and me alone.
    Not wanting Chelsea to put me on the defensive again, I took control of the conversation. “We need to compare what we saw in our flashbacks,” I said. “Clearly we’re both missing important information. It’ll be good to piece everything together so we can figure this out.”
    Hopefully Chelsea wasn’t so angry that she would refuse to approach this logically. My mom had always stressed to me that communication was key in any relationship. Chelsea and I were lacking in communication recently, and comparing memories seemed like the best way to start fixing this mess.
    “If that will make you realize that Drew and I are supposed to be together, then fine.” Chelsea stuck her chin defiantly in the air, although I had a feeling that something had changed when I mentioned my death in the past. She kicked off her shoes and walked to her bed, falling into it and leaning against her mountain of pillows. “I’ll start.”
    I had wanted to start, since I got