When the Future Called

r favorite coffee shop, the bitter taste of

his phone seemingly oblivious, while the barista,

n my "corporate" success, hinting at how Ethan "worked

echo of a vivid nightmare, a terrifying memory of betray

domino in an avalanche that buried my career, my reputati

brina, the "sweet small-town girl," wanted Ethan, but more,

ear: a spilled coffee, a piercing gun, a Hepatitis

s reliving the day it all began, and in this h

would not b