Epilogue

If you could go back in time and kill baby Hitler, would you? You could stop a world war. You could save millions of lives. You could prevent suffering on a scale most people can’t even imagine. History would call you a hero. And most people would like to think that they could.

But what if you never got to see the outcome? What if you never knew whether the war happened anyway, or something worse replaced it, or nothing changed at all? What if your travel back in time was a one-way ticket, and you were the only person who knew what the future could have been?  What if the only thing you could ever be certain of was this:

You murdered an infant.

Could you live with yourself?