
Mark’s phone buzzed violently on the coffee table at 1:52 a.m. The house was silent except for the low hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the old radiators cooling down. He’d fallen asleep in the armchair again, still wearing yesterday’s jeans, the television stuck on a muted sports highlights reel.
The name on the screen made his heart lurch before he even answered.

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