You never forget the people who show up when you need them most — even if they disappear without a word. Decades after a childhood encounter I thought was long buried, one unexpected phone call brought it all rushing back.
I’m 41. The kind of woman who keeps spare granola bars in her glove box because life has taught me that you just never know.
When my phone lit up with an unknown number on a dull Tuesday afternoon, I almost let it ring out.
But something made me swipe to answer.
Maybe it was a habit or intuition.
Either way, I was not ready for the voice that followed.
“Good afternoon, ma’am,” a voice said. “I’m your friend Charlotte’s attorney. She left instructions to contact you.
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