“Is he going to be OK?”she texted. Three dots appeared, as the response was typed, deleted, retyped, again and again. Through her wet eyes, the three dots grew to four, then five, and on, an endless chain of unsent messages, encircling the world and binding her to the spot.
8:49 PM - 9 Dec 2017
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