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The Call
It was a rainy Friday, and I was halfway through my shift when my phone started buzzing again and again. When I finally answered, it was our other neighbor, Mrs. Carter — her voice trembling.
“Lena,” she gasped, “you need to come home. Right now! I just looked through your window — that woman… she’s on top of your husband!”
It was less than a mile home, but it felt like a lifetime.
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