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"Hello?"

Charity clutched the phone, frowning in confusion as she is met with nothing but silence.

"Hello?"

Nothing. Dead silence.

*

On the other end of the line, Phillip fumbled with the phone. A feeling not unlike lightheadedness overwhelmed him as he fought to focus on not letting the telephone fall from his hands, but in his desperation to communicate he was losing energy fast.

He was speaking. Why couldn't Charity hear him?

He opened his mouth again, tried to force out words of help, but he paused. He listened. And, this time he really did drop the phone.

Charity had hung up.

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