The Call From My Future Grave
Language: en
I had just finished making a pact with my best friend, Lucy, to apply to Georgetown together once our exam scores came out. And then, my phone rang. It was Lucy—calling from ten years in the future. "Did we make it?" I asked, my voice bubbling with excitement. "Did we get into Georgetown?" "Are we married ten years from now? Did we actually have that double wedding we always promised each other?" "Is my husband Dylan? And is yours as drop-dead gorgeous as a movie star?" In the face of my rapid-fire questions, the line went dead silent. Just for a second. Then, a shaky, trembling breath…