People run late. Traffic happens.
She texted:
“Dinner’s ready 😊”
No response.
At 7:00 p.m., she called Mark.
Voicemail.
Jason?
Voicemail.
One by one, she tried them all.
Nothing.
By 8:00 p.m., the food had gone cold.
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