The call came at 2:47 a.m.I woke up fast, heart hammering, fumbling for my phone on the nightstand. Julie’s name lit up the screen. For half a second I thought she was calling me herself,then a stranger’s voice came through, calm but urgent.“Mr. Alexis? Mercy General. Your wife’s been in an accident. You need to come.”I was already on my feet, pulling on yesterday’s shirt, trying to find my shoes.“Is she,?”“She’s stable,” the woman said. “Concussion. The doctor will explain more when you arrive.”The line went dead.Outside, the city was halfasleep,empty streets, blinking red lights, the hum of a few distant engines. I barely stopped at the intersections. My hands were clenched around the steering wheel so tight they hurt.But the guilt in my chest wasn’t the kind that makes you pray. It wasn’t thank God she’s alive. It wasn’t what would I do without her?It was smaller. Uglier.Resentment,because she’d pulled me out of sleep. Out of a dream I shouldn’t have been having.Gray eye
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