She told me not to call and yet, I could not resist contact. Sending the carefully crafted text, wondering if it would be received, acknowledged, I sat by the fireplace, silently praying. Surely, God would make this right and somehow the pains of the past would be forgiven, love prevailing once more. An hour, two, three and the screen remained eerily blue, pulsing with continual reconnection to the airwaves that could bring respite, but did not. Slowly, I arose, attuned to the cool water hitting the white glow of the embers as the resulting blackness billowed into the unknown next.
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