What Her Future Wrote Back
An app had been making the rounds online lately—one that let you text your future self.
Right before the final paper of the SATs, I decided to jump on the bandwagon and fired off a message: [Future me, do I end up marrying Liam Tinsley?]
The screen flickered, and a reply from an "Unknown Number" popped up almost instantly: [Yes. You had a big, grand wedding.]
I clutched my phone and typed back fast: [And Mia Thompson was my maid of honor, right? She's my best friend!]
The response came just as quickly: [She was. But she wasn't just the maid of honor, she slept with Liam on your wedding night.]
My smile froze mid-expression.
Then a second message hit: [Truth is, you didn't need to go th