March 8
It fits. It fits perfectly, except… “Reynolds. This is important. Katie’s your great-grandmother on what side?”
“My mom’s mom’s side,” he says. “What are you getting at?”
“And Katie, did she ever tell you about Ray?” I ask. “In the future. When she was your great-grandma, that is.”
“She died when I was two,” he says. “I never got… Oh my God. I get it now.”
“I think I get it too,” I say. “Look, can you go back and stop yourself from giving blood?”
“Contact with a past self is illegal,” Reynolds says. “But I can go back and cause some trouble with the sample so that it’s not used. Why?”
“Ray was Katie’s first husband, but it was a short engagement,” I say, remembering both pasts. “A few months after the ceremony, he was hit by a bus and died because there was a shortage of his type of blood. Your grandmother is Katie’s daughter from her second husband, who she apparently hasn’t met yet.”
“Oh my God,” he says. “It makes sense. That explains Gramma Raye’s name, too…”
How could you be so freaking dense? “By saving Ray, even inadvertently, you caused your Gramma Raye to never be born. It was probably just a freak stroke of luck that you wound up with Ray’s exact blood type.”
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