“Ring” a call, 3am, an odd time, relinquishing you out of your slumber. “Hello?” If you knew how this would’ve ended would you have picked up at all?
“Hello is this Mrs. A?” Suddenly the gears start turning as your brain hallucinates every worse possible scenario. “Well yes but my last name is actually B.” “Well I’m so sorry to tell you-” Frozen, petrified, right then you knew, was it an accident? A fight? Work emergency? “I have terrible news your child’s father has been shot and killed.” None were as real as the laceration you heard that killed you from your esophagus where the oxygen no longer moved freely to your soul. Click here to read more of 3, 7, 1.
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