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When did everything get so fucked up?
My hand still shakes as I pull my phone from my pocket. I stare the name on the screen, a name that has been on my mind more and more as of late.
Sending up a prayer to whatever divine being that might listen, I jam my finger on the call button and wait. It rings once. Twice. Three times.
And the second I hear the click of the line being picked up, the words rushed out of my throat in a choked sob I didn’t realize I was holding back.
“I need you.”