Call from Eighteen Years Later

After three miscarriages, I finally had a baby girl. My husband celebrated by setting off city-wide fireworks. Then, an unknown caller cried, "Mom."

Holding my newborn, I was bewildered. "Wrong number."

The teen on the line pleaded, "Please, I'm your daughter, calling from eighteen years in the future. I know it sounds insane, but you must listen. Dad is cheating on you with Gemma. She caused your miscarriages to clear the way for her own son. When you find out, you'll fall into depression and jump off a building. Please, leave him now, or you will die."