New Year Knew You

Emily

The doctors told me I have amnesia. They've said it's a result of the concussion I sustained on New Year's Eve, but I know the truth.

I've been transported to a parallel universe, it's the only plausible explanation as to why I'm now living five years in the future, where I've morphed into some kind of crazy bully who has a better relationship with my mother-in-law than my husband.

Or should I say, ex-husband? How is it that Calvin Jameson and I have gone from hopelessly devoted to separated and on the cusp of divorce?

I can't remember, but I'm damned sure I'm going to find out.

Calvin

I love my wife. The problem is, I no longer like her. After our wedding, she morphed from the dorky barefooted hippy into a prim and proper Stepford wife whose tongue is sharper than a sword.

When Emily wakes up from a coma claiming not to remember the last five years - I'm skeptical. But then she shows signs of the old her. The woman who eats burgers with extra fries, who wants to learn how to juggle, who plays the violin naked and dreams of exploring every beach the world has to offer.

And I have to ask myself - what if I just ignore the last five years? What if this is our do-over?