The Letter That Arrived Tomorrow

Oliver received a letter in the mail with no return address. The paper was aged, and the handwriting delicate — but it was addressed to him, dated tomorrow.

Inside was a message from his wife, who had died three years earlier:

“I know you’ll read this when you need it most. Please meet me by the old oak at sunrise.”

He dismissed it as a cruel prank — until the next morning, something compelled him to go. The oak stood in silence, bathed in gold light. And then, faintly, he heard her voice:

“You came, just like you promised.”

The climax: He found another letter beneath the roots, written by his own hand, dated the following day. It said, “She’s waiting. Don’t stop believing in the impossible.”