I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

whole life calling me dramatic, oversensitive, ridiculous, were losing their minds over a box of chocolate.

My phone rang again.

An unknown Columbus number.

“Hello?”

“Is this Kendall Morrison?” The voice was crisp, professional, underscored by faint beeping and the low murmur of an intercom.

“Yes,” I said, and the word came out smaller than I meant it continue reading …