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The Call I Missed

Author: Mayemura Special
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-13 19:33:39

Isla

I was not supposed to miss calls that mattered but that afternoon, I did. My phone had died halfway through a client meeting, and by the time it flickered back to life, three missed calls and two messages from Sophie’s kindergarten waited for me. My stomach sank as I read the first line. “Everything’s fine now, Mrs. Hart, but there was a small incident today…”

“Fine now.” That phrase never sounded fine. By the time I reached the school, my thoughts had already spiraled through every nightmare a mother could imagine. The courtyard glowed gold with the sinking sun, and I spotted Sophie sitting on a bench outside the office, little legs swinging, a stormy frown on her face.

She was fine. But she was angry. Relief hit me so hard it nearly made me weak. “Sweetheart,” I breathed, crouching before her. “What happened?” She scowled, chin lifted in stubborn silence.

“Ms. Hart,” a voice came gently from behind me. It was Ms. Penfield, her teacher. “I tried calling earlier, but your phone w
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