Zoey coughed, patting her chest as she didn't see that coming. "What?" She asked, her eyes narrowed in dismay.
"You said you're a time-traveler, can't you predict that?" In a matter-of-fact tone, Matthew gave her another side eye before refocusing his gaze back on the road. "Since you can't, I want to find out myself." He added, driving to where he wanted to take her.
In his perspective, Matthew recalled the story she had been writing that he had secretly read. Obviously, since he was invested in the story, Matthew immediately thought of it when he had those memories that had been haunting him.
The story she wrote was exactly the same as those memories. Matthew had thought that maybe, the reason he was having those memories or vivid dreams was because he read her story. But, for some reason, he couldn't convince himself into accepting that.
