That night, the burner phone rang.
It had sat there, on my bedside table, for days that turned to weeks that turned to months. More than once, I’d almost given up, almost let the battery run down or dropped it in a glass of water. But just as I still thought of David every single day, every night, I remembered his words to me. “Keep it on, all the time.”
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