She Died To Change My Future
Language: en
In the second year of my divorce battle with Rachel, the court stripped me of everything. I was cleaned out, left with nothing but the clothes on my back and a mountain of debt. While I was packing my life into cardboard boxes, my daughter fished an old, dusty phone from the bottom of a trunk. "Look, Daddy! It lights up!" I tapped the screen. A single email notification popped up, casting a dim glow over the empty bedroom. It was a message from ten years ago, written by my younger self. Are you doing okay, twenty-eight-year-old Drew? Did you marry the girl of your dreams? Is our baby as…