Ten Years Too Late
After my miscarriage left me depressed, I stood on the rooftop the day I discovered my cheating husband was having an affair with my best friend.
My best friend, Natalie Smith, regretted it so much that she slashed her own face with a knife before leaving the country.
To make me feel safe, my husband, Steven Palmer, had a tracking device installed on himself. Every time he came home, he would hand me his phone.
Even if he was only leaving for five minutes, he would always video-call me and tell me where he was.
But when I became pregnant again and went to the hospital to start my prenatal records, I suddenly received a video call from myself ten years in the future.
I stared at the woman on