BRING IT ON

On my eighteenth birthday, a letter appeared on my desk. Across the envelope were the words: OPEN WHEN YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW EVERYTHING TURNS OUT. Underneath: FROM YOURSELF, AGE 50. Obviously,

The letter arrived on a Tuesday. That annoyed me immediately. If my future self had discovered time travel, the least she could have done was make it happen on a more dramatic

POSTMARKED 2046 The envelope appeared between the electricity bill and an advertisement for a new supermarket. My name was handwritten across it. Not unusual. The strange part was the handwriting. It was