After Calling Myself Three Years Later

chapter 1

I asked, "Who are you exactly? Whats with this car accident?"

I slammed on the brakes, staring in shock at the car accident ahead, cold sweat covering my back.

A voice identical to mine came through the phone. "Don't doubt it, I am you from three years in the future, which is why I know all of this in advance."

I just found it absurd, convinced it was a scammer using technology to mimic my voice.

For years, my life has been simple and happy, following a routine every day.

Besides, Nora was perfectly fine at home, and there was nothing unusual when I left.

On such an ordinary day, how could Nora die?

Calming down, I was about to hang up and call Nora again.

At that moment, the voice on the other end hurriedly said, "I can prove I'm not lying, Nora is really in danger!"

Immediately after, an elderly voice came through in the background of the call.

"Ms. Ramirez, you're here so early to visit your daughter at the cemetery. My condolences."

I held my breath and thought, "She's at the cemetery, could something really have happened to Nora?"

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the "I" spoke again, "That's the cemetery caretaker. I've been coming here often over the past three years, and we're quite familiar now."

The car accident that had just accurately come true flashed through my mind, and my heart sank bit by bit.

I still struggled to say, "My husband will be home soon, he'll take care of Nora, nothing could happen."

There was a light chuckle on the other end of the phone, followed by a few things that would happen later.

She said, "At 1:15, your husband Carlos Black will call to tell you he's working overtime today and won't be back this afternoon."

"You'll immediately call your good friend Freya Martin, but she'll say she's out traveling."

"Five minutes later, your secretary Ruby Ford will call to urge you, and you'll have no choice but to give up going home and head back to the office."

I listened in a daze, subconsciously glancing at my watch.

It is 1:14 now.

The second hand completes a circle, and the phone rings right on time. It's Carlos.

He said, "Babe, I have to work overtime today, so I won't be home for dinner."

I subconsciously asked him, "Didn't we agree you'd take care of the kid this afternoon? If you don't come home, what about Nora?"

Carlos sounded relaxed. "Nora staying home for half a day won't be a problem. Don't worry too much. I have something urgent, gotta go."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

I looked at the car accident scene not far away and dialed Freya's number.

She said with a smile, "Sorry, Haley, I went on a trip and just got off the plane. I'll bring you and Nora some souvenirs when I get back."

After saying that, she even sent me a few travel photos.

By the time Ruby called, I had completely lost interest in listening.

That strange call across time and space did not disconnect.

The "me" on the phone had a hoarse voice. "Haley, trust me. I tried to send you a photo, just hoping to change this ending."

The phone vibrated, and a multimedia message popped upit was a black-and-white tombstone.

In the photo above, Nora was smiling brightly.

The thought of Nora lying in a cold grave made my heart ache sharply.

Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated and immediately turned around to head home.

Even if there's a one-in-a-million chance, I won't allow any accident to happen.