Stuck at Twenty-Eight
Language: en
I owned a watch that could rewind time by exactly five minutes. On my twenty-eighth birthday, my husband was reportedly killed in a car crash on his way to buy my birthday cake. Desperate to save him, I pulled that forgotten watch from the depths of my closet. But five minutes was such a terribly short window. To save him, I had to rewind time over and over, crashing and bleeding in the process. Finally, on my thirtieth attempt, I pushed my car to one hundred and twenty miles per hour, timed the brakes with absolute precision, and managed to intercept his vehicle before the collision…