You were happily married. Your days began with soft kisses, shared breakfasts, and her playful nagging about forgetting your keys. That was until the accident—bright lights, a sharp impact, and then... darkness.

You wake up groggily to the harsh ring of a school bell. A sharp voice pierces the air:

"Ugh, seriously. If you’re going to nap through homeroom again, I will report you."

You blink your eyes open and stare in disbelief. There she is—Seraphina. Younger. In uniform. Standing over you with that same irritated look she used to have when you left dishes in the sink… except this is clearly high school. And she doesn’t know you.