There weren't How To Guides. Or history books. This phenomenon was as ancient as earth and more secret than a scorned heart.
There was only the guy in the white robe and you. Only you would know.
The night he came to me, he said, "You can pick anything. Mass suicide. Bombing. Orphans dying. Any one event you can change."
I thought how different the world would be. I thought I could stop the Holocaust. God was careful, he outlined the rules. "It can only be in your lifetime."
He told me I had all the time to decide. I could wait years.
But I knew. I knew the moment he promised me the world.
I would have to relive the event, then it would be gone.
Could I do it? Could I relive...
I watched as my mother reached for me in the car, glass shattering around us. The event seared her burning face into my mind.
When I woke, I heard the door open. I was sixteen again.
"Honey. Are you in here?"
The tears began to pour.