It rang again.
And again.
Something in my gut twisted.
I picked up.
“Hello?”
All I heard at first was breathing—ragged, uneven. Then a voice broke through, cracked and shaking.
“Lauren… thank God. Please don’t hang up.”
I sat up instantly. “Nick?”
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It rang again.
And again.
Something in my gut twisted.
I picked up.
“Hello?”
All I heard at first was breathing—ragged, uneven. Then a voice broke through, cracked and shaking.
“Lauren… thank God. Please don’t hang up.”
I sat up instantly. “Nick?”
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