Chapter 6- The Call

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Katie Mitchell *POV*

     My phone rang. Eyeing the number, I answered warily. "Hello? You've reached Katie Mitchell. How can I help you?"

     "Good evening. Miss Mitchell, this is Doctor Reynolds calling. I have news you won't take lightly. You may want to sit down," his baritone echoed through the walls of my apartment. My mind thought of worst scenarios, and I realized my hand was shaking.

      "Yes, Doctor?" I responded, hoping he wouldn't notice my timidity.

      "There was an accident-"

      I interrupted, "-an accident?"

      "Yes. Your brother was driving home tonight and his car was hit by a drunk driver. He barely made it to the hospital. I'm sorry for your loss, Katie." I began sobbing. I didn't want to believe it, not my Kyle... the brother who had taken my hand as I crossed the street, whose sole hiding place during heated games of hide-and-seek was the kitchen cupboard, whose support was essential to me,... gone. "I'll let you have time of your own. Good night, Katie."

      My phone rang as soon as he hung up. Blinded  by tears, I answered the call, knowing Shawn was the one calling. "Hey, Shawn," I sniffled in a raspy voice.

      "Hey, Katie. Is everything alright?" I heard the concern in his voice.

      "Honestly, no. I,  um,... would you be willing to drive down here?  I received some shocking news, and I need the company... if that isn't too much to ask."

      "Too much to ask? Katie, I may not have been there for you this past year, but I'm here now. I'll be there."

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