After defeating Savitar and finally closing the painful chapter of Flashpoint, Barry Allen thinks the worst is behind him. Central City is safe, Wally’s alive, Cisco is slowly healing, and for the first time in what feels like forever, Barry feels… peace.

Until he wakes up in a bed that isn’t quite familiar.

The sheets smell like lavender, the morning sun filters through curtains he doesn’t recognize—and the woman curled up beside him, wearing his great-grandmother’s engagement ring, isn’t Iris West.

She’s stunning. Gentle. Sleeping peacefully with one hand resting on his chest like it’s always belonged there. And Barry has no memory of her.

He bolts upright, heart pounding, stumbling through the house for clues. But every photo on the wall, every calendar, every framed certificate and fridge magnet—all point to a shared life. Their life. One he doesn’t remember choosing.

Her name is Maeve, and according to everyone in this timeline, they’ve been married for three years.

She’s a scientist, too—bright, magnetic, and apparently very much in love with him. Barry finds himself drawn to her despite the panic. Her presence calms his racing mind, even as he secretly obsesses over how and when the timeline twisted again.

The biggest question: Where is Iris?

In this new timeline, Iris is alive, successful… and married to someone else entirely. She doesn’t remember ever meeting Barry.

As Barry searches for the moment where history fractured—where his joy came at the cost of a different path—he has to grapple with a deeper truth:

What if the timeline didn’t break… but this is the life he was always supposed to have?

And what if, in trying to fix everything again, he risks losing the one person who’s already loved him through every version of himself?