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109: Angel is here
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The call ended minutes ago, but Calvin could still hear the conversation in his head. He tried to replay everything Ivana told him in slow motion. She had come in to work today, as usual. It had taken a while for her to get to the entrance because she had rushed back to pay the cab fare. It was the smell that first alerted her to the growing fire, then the smoke. She had called him after calling the fire department.
A tap on Calvin’s cheek made him shake his head slowly. He had woken up early to make breakfast for him and his wife before the call came in. Blinking fast helped to clear his vision. His wife was in front of him. He was in their room. When? How did he get here? He couldn’t remember moving.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Angel whispered. Going on her knees, she placed her hands on his knees. “I brought you here, okay? You were blanking out, and I thought you wanted to sit.”
“KP is on fire,” he told her.<
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