Three Years Ahead: My Future Self Turned Me Ruthless
On my way to a meeting at work, I call my daughter, who is at home. Instead, I hear a voice identical to mine over the phone.
She claims that she is me three years in the future.
"Dezarae, go home to Liv right now. Your daughter is in danger."
I am stunned. I argue in disbelief and question who is behind this prank. When I step on the accelerator, she stops me sternly.
"Do not drive ahead any further. There will be a traffic accident at the intersection where Peace Street is."
In the next second, at the intersection that is less than 30 feet away from me, two cars collide.
Cold sweat starts to trickle down my back when the woman with a voice identical to mine says, "Liv will fall off a building and die in three hours. This is your only chance to save her."