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customer arrived, and though Nathan pulled on her arm, she didn’t move. He tried again, but she smacked his hand away, her focus never shifting from the newspapers.
    Nathan grabbed her, his grip tighter this time, and pulled her against him. “Look,” he said under his breath, “you’re going to start attracting attention. Your back is covered in blood, and you look like you’re on something. I don’t want to deal with the police and I’m sure you don’t. So get your ass in gear.”
    Her heart already hammered inside her chest, but the hot stream of his words along her neck made her skin stipple in goose bumps. Letting him drag her back to the front of the store, Remy noticed for the first time the prices on the items he had picked up, how he pulled cash from his worn leather wallet to pay for everything instead of offering a debit card. A small box of rolled horoscopes near the register proclaimed the same year that had been on the papers, and the stereo perched on a shelf behind the aging cashier had a cassette deck in the middle of its display.
    A cassette deck. She had only ever seen one of those in the movies.
    She still hadn’t said a word by the time they stepped back out into the cool night air, but when Nathan tried to lead her to the car, Remy yanked herself away to dig into her back pocket.
    The tiny piece of plastic she extracted was wet with blood that had seeped from her wound. Wiping away a smudge in the corner, she felt the air rush from her lungs. The date, achingly familiar, was decades away from what the papers and rags inside had declared.
    2060.
    The year she’d been born.
    According to the headlines, she wouldn’t even exist for another fifty years.
    The sound of the slamming door startled Remy into lifting her head. Nathan stuck his hand out the window and waved. “I’m leaving now.”
    As if to emphasize his words, the Mustang’s powerful engine flared to life. She took a stumbling step forward, but that wasn’t fast enough for Nathan. The car rolled beside her, and he leaned over the passenger seat to push the door open. “What’s wrong with you? Get in the car.”
    As soon as she was seated, Remy thrust her ID into his face. “Tell me what that says.” A note of panic crept into her voice, but she couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Tell me I’m not losing my fucking mind.”
    Nathan plucked the ID from her fingers and held it up to the light. “Remy Capra. Classification: C. Date of birth…” He looked at her with narrowed eyes. “What is this? A fake ID?” He snorted. “You should get your money back.”
    She snatched it back. Her fingers were trembling. “It’s not fake. It’s…”
    She didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t possible for her to be sitting with a guy in front of an Eleven-7 store, fifty years before her parents had thought drunken sex on their second date was the best idea ever.
    What the hell did I grab?
    Her hand plunged back into her pockets, pulling out the coins she had stolen from the Henryk collection. Under the orange lights of the convenience store, they gleamed back at her, silver and gold reminders of the life she’d ran away from. She had no idea what any of them were. She only knew they were valuable and Kirsten Henryk protected them fiercely. Kirsten’s paranoia had been the only reason Remy needed to take them. Even now, though, they offered no clue as to their purpose, not even a date to prove she wasn’t crazy.
    But they were real. As real as the newspapers inside the store. And somehow, some way, they had helped her escape.
    She glanced over at Nathan. He still regarded her with the same intense gaze he’d leveled at her before, waiting for some kind of explanation. What was she supposed to say? He would think she was crazy, no matter how she painted it.
    Then it dawned on her.
    She was free.
    This was her chance to get away from her old existence and start over. There would be no cops coming after her, no psycho bitches who