A Coffin For My Unfaithful Groom
Language: en
On my twenty-fifth birthday, my phone rang three times with frantic, frantic warnings. First came my boyfriend Wesley, his voice breathless and ragged: "Kira, listen to me—it's Wesley from five years in the future. You have to get to the jeweler on Fifth Street right now. In thirty minutes, there's going to be a robbery. I’m going to get stabbed trying to protect the engagement ring I bought for you!" Then came my mother: "Kira, baby, it's Mom from three years ahead. Rush over to the intersection by the plaza. In ten minutes, a truck runs a red light. My leg is going to be crushed trying…