Sharon Ricklin

Are you okay, Maggie?_ Logan asked, rousing me out of my mind-numbing speculations. Heaving a big sigh, I turned to him and said, __ guess so._ __re you still worried about visiting your mother?_ he asked softly. Nodding, I said, __ little. I__ just so confused about this whole time-space-brain twister thing. And I__ afraid I might say the wrong thing and mess everything up._ I shook my head, trying to make sense of my thoughts. __ mean - what if my younger self should call my mother while I__ there visiting her? Is there really another version of me? Or by coming here from the future, did the younger me cease to exist?