Forgotten

Here’s the thing about me: I can see the future in flashes, like memories. But my past is a blank. I remember what I’ll wear tomorrow, and an argument that won’t happen until this afternoon. But I don’t know what I ate for dinner last night. I get by with the help of notes, my mom and my best friend Jamie, and the system works . . . Until now.

Everything’s falling apart. Jamie’s going of the rails....