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I answered on the first ring.

“Are you safe?”

His voice. Low. No greeting. Like he had been sitting somewhere with his phone in his hand waiting for me to pick up.

“Yes,” I said.

“What happened.”

Not a question.

“Nothing,” I said. “I scared myself. That’s all.”

Silence.

“Anita.”

“I’m fine. Go to sleep.”

A pause. Longer than it needed to be. I could hear him breathing.

I had not expected that to still do anything to me.

“Okay,” he said finally.

“Goodnight, Kelvin.”

I hung up before he could say
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