Behind Is the Abyss, Ahead Is the Wasteland
Language: en
It was during a summer charity drive at Saint Jude's Orphanage when I stumbled upon my future daughter. She claimed she had traveled back in time, twenty years from the future. I stared at her, my heart fluttering with a mix of dread and dizzying excitement. "You look so much like Todd," I whispered, studying her face. "How old are you?" "Are Todd and I still happy twenty years from now? He swore to me that he'd cherish me even more after we tied the knot." I kept babbling, eager for any scrap of our future. But the girl only let out a strange, hollow laugh. "Oh, your bond is spectacular,"…