Three Years Ahead: My Future Self Turned Me Ruthless
I stared straight at the scene of the traffic accident a short distance away as I called my best friend, Sarah Harker.
"I'm sorry, Dezzy. I'm away on a holiday, and I just got off the plane. I'll bring with me some local delicacies for my goddaughter once I'm back," Sarah said gleefully.
She even sent me a few photographs from her vacation. By the time my secretary called, I was in no mood to listen to anything else.
That bizarre phone call, spanning time and space, was still connected. The other "me" said in a scratchy voice, "Dezarae Lisbon, trust me. I've tried sending you a photograph. I hope that it can change this outcome."