My family locked me in the basement to give birth. Days later, they returned to find a dark red liquid seeping from the door. As my mother screamed, a voice whispered behind her, “Looking for me?”

though her voice wavered. “We had to contain the situation, David. The baby ruins the timeline.”

David physically recoiled as if he had been struck. “You’re pregnant?” he breathed, looking back at me.

I offered a single, microscopic nod. “Yes.”

He swallowed heavily, his eyes pooling with sudden, frantic tears. “I didn’t know. Rebecca, I swear to God,continue reading …