Future Me Warned Me About You

Summary

I had just finished slaving away at my late-night food cart, scrubbing grease off the flat-top, when I finally hit the milestone: fifty thousand dollars. It was every cent Hannah needed for her startup capital.

Then, my phone buzzed. It was a FaceTime call from an unknown number.

When I picked up, the face staring back at me was my own—only ten years older.

Exhaustion forgotten, my heart leapt with a sudden, naive hope. I leaned into the screen and asked him, "Did she do it? Did Hannah’s business take off? Did she buy us that house with the big yard she always talked about?"