Reese Anderson is floundering. She’s created quite the catalog of failures in her forty years. She’s been a waitress for more than twenty years, her eighteen-year-old daughter is spiraling down a drug-induced black hole, and her marriage of two decades has not only turned cold but has recently curdled. Her husband has admitted to fooling around with someone else. After drunkenly climbing on top of her roof to watch a lunar eclipse, Reese makes a wish she could go back in time to be with Kyler, the boy who got away decades ago, and to the life she was meant to live. Plus, she wouldn’t mind a reset on this body of hers as well. Reese wakes up the next morning with longer hair and a tighter, younger body, and is convinced she’s dreamt herself back into her twenties. But when days continue to pass as she’s trying to navigate an already established relationship with Kyler while she’s technically still married, she worries that if she doesn’t recreate the night with her future husband exactly, her daughter will turn into a figment of her imagination. ​Struggling with the impossible ethical conundrum of choosing a life with Kyler over her unborn daughter, Reese has to find a way to use the universe’s second chance wisely to keep what she wants (a fun, fresh love), with what she can’t give up (her daughter).