The Call From Tomorrow​

Summary

The day I won a brand-new BMW, my phone rang. It was me, calling from ten years in the future.

“Don’t let Ethan borrow the car,” my own voice urged. “He’ll use it to pay a gambling debt.”

When my brother asked, I refused outright.

That night, driving his old sedan to see our parents, he crashed and was left in a vegetative state.

Guilt overwhelmed me. Only my parents’ care kept me going.

Then my future self called again, coldly mocking: “It’s an act. They want your heart for Ethan.”

I found donation forms in their bag. Enraged, I cut them off and threw them out.