* Eleanors POV*

I sit on the familiar couch in our living room, Zoey's lemon cookies untouched on the coffee table before me. Mom and Dad watch me with concerned eyes, waiting for an explanation I'm not sure they'll believe.

How do you tell the people who raised you that you've died and come back from the future?

My chest feels tight, like I can't get enough air. These are the two people who matter most to me in the world, and I'm about to sound ...