I thought deleting his voicemails would erase the memory of that night, but when the phone rang at 2 AM with his caller ID flashing on the screen, my blood ran cold… who was calling me from a phone that had been buried six months ago?
Part 1: I’m staring at my hands right now, and they absolutely will not stop shaking. I thought I had finally moved past this. I thought I had buried the memory so deep it couldn’t hurt me anymore. But some things you can never outrun, no matter how far you drive or how completely you…
