I slammed the phone down. Surely this was a joke. No one could…change the future, could they?
I paced nervously through the house. James would be home soon, I had to make a decision before then. Stay here, continue life as some kind of coddled ornament, or change everything with the touch of a button. Travel, adventure, a chance to do it all over…
The phone rang.
“This is your scheduled service call from Future Fixers, Inc. To cancel or amend the contract, press 1. To speak to a representative, press 2. To proceed, press the star key now.”
