A Paradox of Pain
Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 2:17 pm
The husband and wife lived a quiet life in spite of their Agency job traveling in time to nudge history one direction or another. No killing Hitler, that would cause too many paradoxes. But they both had a feeling the number of trips they made built up to something. When their handler came to visit he offered a tiny box with the standard Agency warning about personal paradoxes. It held a tiny scrap of paper with the letters “oves Mommy.” The husband barely suppressed a sob when he saw it. To their knowledge, in this here/now, they couldn't have children.