Not happier.
Just quieter.
Two years later, at almost eleven o’clock one rainy night, my phone rang.
Unknown number.
I nearly ignored it.
Something made me answer.
« Natalie? »
The voice was weak.
Barely recognizable.
Still…
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Not happier.
Just quieter.
Two years later, at almost eleven o’clock one rainy night, my phone rang.
Unknown number.
I nearly ignored it.
Something made me answer.
« Natalie? »
The voice was weak.
Barely recognizable.
Still…
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