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The phone rang, jarring me awake. It was my Aunt Clara, her voice trembling. “Michael,” she said, barely able to …
The phone rang, jarring me awake. It was my Aunt Clara, her voice trembling. “Michael,” she said, barely able to …
The worn leather of the briefcase creaked as John nervously adjusted its grip. His grandfather’s watch ticked, a relentless metronome …
The insistent ringing of the phone startled me awake. It was 3:00 AM, and my heart pounded as I fumbled …
The flickering streetlight cast long shadows across the worried face of David as he stared at his phone. A knot …
The phone slipped from Sarah’s hand, clattering against the hardwood floor. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at …