The Bride Who Refused to Reset

Summary

Since I was six years old, I lived under the absolute conviction that time was a tether, and my sister held the spool.

Whenever I made Sienna unhappy, the universe punished me by resetting the day.

The most terrifying part was that nobody else ever seemed to notice. I was the only one condemned to remember. And so, to keep tomorrow from slipping through my fingers, I surrendered everything piece by piece: my favorite toys, the sunlit bedroom on the second floor, my place in conversations, and eventually, whatever scrap of affection my parents had left to give.