I took my time walking to the door, because inside, the house was empty.
It was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella, but there were so few things I cared about, the wet didn’t bother me at all.
I slid the key into the lock, and when I pushed open the door the phone was ringing, but didn’t I rush to answer it. There was nothing to rush for, or towards, anymore.
The machine picked up after the beep.
“Honey, it’s me. You have to come back and get me. It’s so cold here. Am I in a coffin?”
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