When the dead number called back: a night that never ended

sharp, like it had never healed at all.

I stepped outside to catch my breath, but before I could even pull myself together, another text came through. The phone lit up in my hand like it was alive, waiting for me.

This time I froze on the spot. “I am still waiting. Where are you?” The words felt closer than a message should ever feel.

My whole body trembled.continue reading …