She clutched my sleeve. Her grip was weak, but she wouldn't let go.
I wanted to take back what I'd called her. My mouth opened several times, but I couldn't think of another explanation.
"Ms. Bennett, just now, I..."
She didn't respond. Pressing a hand to her pounding heart, she shut the door and locked it.
"Why do you know so much about me? Why did you call me Mom?"
Her voice shook. There was suspicion in her eyes, but fear, too.
I closed my eyes and stopped trying to hide it.
"I'm your daughter from the future. My name is Emily Foster."
She stepped back with a disbelieving laugh. Despite the shock on her face, I kept going. I told her how she'd hidden her illness after she married, and how she'd been neglected until she died. I told her how I'd later worked on a targeted treatmen
