"...... waiting for you in the future?"
It was too strange a message.
I clicked on that reader's personal page and found nothing.
I couldn't tell who this reader really was.
Could it be someone who knows me?
Or maybe it was just an ordinary reader who read the plot I wrote and associated it with other plots?
I thought about it for a long time and couldn't come up with a result, so I decided to give up imagining.
When I turned off the computer, the sky outside the window was fully lit.
The time left for Richard and me was one day short.
Today makes the last day of our honeymoon, and it's time for us to go back. I had hoped to add a few days to our trip.
But then I got a call from Julie.
"Hey, as unpleasant as this sounds, I wanted to let you know that the time is over and you nee
