31 May 2058, 10:00 in the morning
I woke up groggy, my head pounding with the aftermath of the sleeping pills I had taken. The sunlight streaming through my window felt like a blade to my skull. My phone’s incessant buzzing pulled me out of the haze, and I fumbled for it. When I finally managed to grab it, I saw 48 missed calls from Anati, accompanied by several messages.
My heart sank.
Anati: Come to my place, quick! (7:00)
Anati: It’s an emergency (7:09)
Anati: My baby’s dying!!!!! (8:34)
Anati: I need you! Come over!!! (9:55)
Panic surged through me. I bolted out of bed, not caring about my disheveled appearance. The streets blurred as I ran, wind stinging my eyes, my heart pounding. The thought of Anati losing her baby filled me with dread. What if something happened because I didn’t respond in time? I regretted taking those sleeping pills. They had helped me escape my thoughts, but now I was paying the price.