I try to tell Kiera this, but whenever I open my mouth to speak she glares at me.

At the first commercial break, she says, “I don’t care if you’re a time traveler or whatever, I have been waiting for this finale for ages and you will not spoil it for me, or I’ll put those treasured pants of yours straight into the fire.”

“I’m sorry! You can’t imagine how weird this is.”

She gives me a tolerant look, then does a zip-lip gesture.

I nod, mirroring the gesture back at her. And then in the next segment, I find myself speaking along with one of Daphne’s sister’s lines.

Kiera stares daggers at me, then at the next break says, “Bloody hell, this is like watching Titanic with you.”

I refill her wine as an apology and then say nothing else as I sip my own.

It’s funny—I’m remembering now that Grayson and I had a fight about wineglasses early on in our relationship. I was drinking some expensive Chablis out of a coffee mug and he called me a rube with no taste. He said it like a joke, but I really didn’t ever do it again.

Huh.

I look back at the screen and see the slow camera zoom on the gun at the small of Kim’s back.

“This is it,” I say. Kiera inhales deeply through her nose beside me and I hold up a hand and whisper, “Sorry!”

Jordan Levinson is indeed playing Velma, Daphne’s long-lost friend from equestrian camp. She crosses in front of Kim. Kim makes a different choice than I did—she doesn’t get tearful. She looks villainous and deathly serious.

It actually sort of gives me chills. I always thought she was good.

“That wasn’t my fault. You chose to leave.” Her voice cracks.

Velma stands in front of her and stares her down. “That can’t be how you remember it.”

Dammit. Dammit dammit. The lines are different.

“I—” starts Daphne.

“You what? You could have stopped me. You wanted me gone.”

“Oh my God,” Kiera mutters beside me. She is quite literally on the edge of her seat. “I knew it.”

“That’s not what I wanted,” says Daphne.

“Then what do you want?” asks Velma.

The camera shows the gun again. Daphne’s fingers play with the trigger, shaking a little. Then—

She pushes the gun under the pages of an open book and steps away from the desk.

“No!” I say out loud.

This time Kiera doesn’t shush me, because this time she also said, “Oh my God.”

“I think you know what I want,” says Daphne.

Wait a minute. Wait—

The camera moves to an angle between them, each of the women’s faces on one side of the screen.

Daphne reaches for the necklace around Velma’s neck, fingering the diamonds.