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You see, my phone had cracked right before the trip, so I borrowed Daniel’s spare phone for the week. I assumed it was probably spam, but curiosity got the better of me.
The image loaded slowly, and what I saw made my world stop spinning.
“Can’t wait until you’re back in my arms.”
My hands started shaking uncontrollably.
This had to be a wrong number and some terrible mistake. But that robe belonged to me, and I knew every thread of that fabric. That bedspread was the one I had picked out myself, and the lamp was the one Daniel always left crooked.
“This isn’t real,” I whispered to the empty room.
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