nine - bryson

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My eyes snap open and I find myself out of breath and drenched in sweat, shirt clinging to my skin. I lay still on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a tear falling from one eye.

I had just one thing to do, I just had to keep her safe. But I couldn't even do that.

I turn hoping to see Sandra sleeping peacefully next to me but instead, her side of the bed is empty...and cold. Sighing in defeat, I grab my phone from the nightstand and see that I got a text from her.

Sandra: Something came up. I'll see you later. I love you.

I check the time she sent the text.

What in the world can possibly come up at 2am?

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