I thought about everything else that had changed in the other worlds. “Have I mentioned a woman named Tai Ragasa during our sessions?”

“The coworker with a crush on you? Yes.”

“But that’s all she is to me? A coworker? We’re not involved?”

“No.”

“My best friend, Roscoe Tate. He’s—he’s not alive.”

“No. You lost Roscoe in a car accident several years ago. It was a devastating event for you. He was the one stable influence in your life after the deaths of your parents.”

“That was also the night . . . ,” I began, but I couldn’t go on.

Eve waited, but when she saw me hesitate, she filled in the blanks. “That was also the night you met Karly.”

“Eve, why did I come to you?”

“You know the answer to that question, Dylan. Why don’t you tell me?”

“Karly,” I said. “I lost her in the flood.”

“See? You do remember.”

“But I don’t remember coming to you. I don’t remember any of this.”

Eve shrugged. “Three weeks ago, I had an event at your hotel. I gave a lecture about my Many Worlds, Many Minds theory. Afterward, you came up to me. This was only a few days after the accident. You were still devastated, still in deep grief. You said you normally didn’t have much time for shrinks, but everyone had been telling you to get help. My theory intrigued you. You said that ever since the accident, you’d been obsessed with your bad choices. You thought Karly had died because of the man you were and the mistakes you’d made in life. You wondered whether there was a Dylan out there who’d made better choices, and you wanted to know what that world might look like. That’s how it began.”

“I suppose that makes sense.”

“But you still don’t remember any of it.”

“No.”

Eve stood up from the chair. “Don’t worry too much about that. I told you, it will take time. For now, it’s better if you go home and rest.”

I crossed the room and shook her hand. “I guess I should thank you.”

“You should only thank me if you experienced some kind of epiphany. The whole point of my Many Worlds therapy is to help you understand the world you’re in by seeing the alternatives. Did you learn anything about yourself?”

“I think so.”

“What?”

“There was a part of me I had to kill. So that’s what I did.”

She frowned. “Literally?”

“Yes.”

“Well. That’s extreme. I’ve never heard that before. Do you feel like a different person as a result of it?”

“Actually, I do. I just wish I’d figured it out a long time ago. I’ve lost the things that matter most to me, and now it’s too late to change my life.”