The Decade She Reclaimed

The last thing I remembered was the screech of tires, followed by a blinding flash that swallowed the world.

Ethan was at the wheel, his voice sharp with accusations about some film festival rejection he insisted was my fault.

Then, an inexplicable void.

I awoke to the familiar, comforting scent of cheap coffee and aged textbooks in my old college dorm room.

My head throbbed, but it was the calendar on the wall that delivered the true shock: it was ten years ago.

A full decade of my life, a lifetime of ambition, had been erased, yet the bitter aftermath lingered.