The Ten-Year Echo
Language: en
I was burying myself in work when a friend request popped up on my phone. [Hi. Guess who.] [Don't be so cold.] [Fine, I won't disturb your class. It's Lucas Asher.] My finger froze. I frowned and typed back: [Stop playing jokes. My husband is already dead.] [W-what?! You’re calling me husband already?!] The person on the other end only seemed to register the word "husband," sending a string of shy emojis. Impatient and angry at someone impersonating the dead, I hit the video call button. I wanted to scream at them. The call connected. A flushed, panicked teenage boy appeared on…