The letters are in your handwriting. They're dated one year from today.
You moved back to your hometown after grad school with a story you haven't quite told the truth about.
Then, one Sunday morning, a pale blue envelope appears in your mailbox — addressed in your own handwriting and
dated exactly one year from today.
Your future self knows things: about your best friend, your family, and someone you haven't even met yet. The
warnings are urgent, a little blurry, and they change every time you act. You have one year to hold on to the
people you love — and learn which mistakes are still yours to fix.
