By the Same Moonlight
Language: en
The night of my engagement party, there was a knock on my apartment door. A little boy stood in the hallway. “Mom, I’ve traveled back from eight years in the future. I’m your son…” My first instinct was to call the police. But then, the boy’s tears splashed onto the marble floor. He clutched the hem of the gown I hadn’t even had a chance to change out of. “Mom, you absolutely cannot marry Dad.” “If you go near him, your life is over. In two weeks, you’ll be in a stunt-wire accident on set and be paralyzed for life.” “He’ll marry you, sure, but he’ll ice you out, driving you into a severe…