He was telling the story of his time in the future when she began to shake. They were still in bed, the hours of the night having passed until it was almost dawn, but it was warm enough in the room. Sarah clutched her nightgown around her shoulders and tears began to flow down her cheeks.
“What?” Garison asked in alarm.
Trying to catch her breath, feeling like her chest was going to cave in on her, Sarah asked in a voice that could barely be heard, “You-you slept with her?”
How could he answer? His body was young again-as before he left-and it was all in a future that might never happen. Yet in his mind, he knew the truth.
He bowed his head and said, “Yes.” He reached out to her but she pulled away. Sarah had never pulled away from him, ever. He said softly, “I’m sorry. You were-you were dead. And she was-she was the wife of the other me. The one I somehow joined.”
“But you made love to someone else, Garison. You-you gave something that should have only belonged to me to someone else. You had a child with her!!”