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The Call

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On October 14, 2019, I got a call during the workday at 4:05 p.m. I let it go to voicemail, thinking it was a telemarketer. When my voicemail icon flashed a minute later, I paused my work timer and sighed. It was probably just an automated message, so I called my voicemail, expecting it to be a quick delete and then back to work. “Hey, I’m here with Walker, and he’s been in a bike accident . . .” My heart spasmed and a vice leapt from my stomach to clamp around my throat as I listened to a stranger’s voice ask me to call back. With shaking hands, I dialed. The man answered. He had witnessed my husband’s wreck, and although he told me his name at least twice, I don’t remember it. Thank God for the kindness of strangers. He promptly handed his phone to Walker. “Beloved, what happened?” “I crashed my bike going down Baldwin. I need you to come and take me to the hospital so I don’t have to take the ambulance. I think I broke my collarbone, but I’m okay,” he assured me. “Don’t d