[My phone buzzed just after 2:13am. At first I thought it was nothing- a wrong number, spam, another automated alert I could I gore until morning. But the screen lit up with a number that I didn’t recognise and then the caller ID followed: Seattle Police Department. My ~c~
I played the audio again and again. Each time hoping there’d be something different buried in it, a word I missed, a direction, anything that turned confusion into something I could actually hold onto. It stayed the same-static, his voice, that final cut off like someone had ~c~