It's Your Fault, and I Don't Want You

Abraham James's female assistant traveled through time. On the day I was trying on my wedding dress, she threw her arms around him and cried until her voice went raw. "Honey, I finally made it back to three years ago. We didn't have the accident, you didn't die. Thank God." Before I could react, he had already pulled her into his arms. "Clarissa never lies. I believe what she says." "Until we figure out what you and I will be to each other three years from now, let's push back the wedding, okay?"