Chapter 2

After the child ran off, I immediately picked up my phone and called my childhood friend, Genevieve.

I have no idea what I’ve been through in the past ten years, but my phone is pitifully devoid of information.

Old friends have vanished without a trace from my contacts.

The phone rang several times before Genevieve finally answered.

“What do you want?”

Her voice was a coldness I had never heard before.

I scratched my face, her aloofness leaving me at a loss for words.

Seeing my silence, Genevieve on the other end grew anxious instead.

“Annabelle, say something. Didn’t you say you’d never contact me again?”

Goodness, what on earth did I do in these ten years?

I thought for a moment and said, “Genny, I know you’re aloof, but don’t be aloof right now. I just want to ask you, who is my husband?”

This was my most pressing concern at the moment.

Genevieve was silent for a moment, “Annabelle, did you forget to take your meds today?”

Huh? Ten years later, Genevieve has learned to insult people in a roundabout way.

“I’m damn serious! Did you forget to take your meds? Never mind, just wait at home, I’m in line for a COVID test, I’ll come find you later!”

Genevieve’s tone was quite serious. Could it be that I haven’t time-traveled, but am actually ill?

And what is this COVID test? You have to line up for it?