My phone rang pulling up a number I didn’t recognize. I normally don’t answer such a call and figure that if its important enough the person will leave a voicemail but something prompted me to hit the answer button.
“My name is Samantha (Sam) and I know this might come as a shock to you so please don’t hang up on me until I am able to explain because he did the same thing to me.”
She paused just long enough for me to tell her she must have the wrong number.
“Anne?”
My heart sank as I confirmed she had reached who she was looking for.
“I just spent the last two weeks in Kentucky where my best friend had a baby and when I came home I found all my things in a trash bag thrown in the back of his closet.”