We’ll see how it goes. Anyway — call me. I love you. Bye.”
That was it.
Forty-six seconds.
I handed him the phone back. I had tears on my face. I hadn’t noticed them starting.
“I called her back at 11:48 that night,” he said quietly. “She was already gone by then. She was already on a stretcher. The hospital had been trying to reach me. I’d had my phone continue reading …
