QUARANTINE DIARY 9

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I remember waiting for your call.

10.

11..

12…

The phone never rang.

Instead, I saw news of the explosion on TV.

I couldn’t sleep.

3am.

I heard a knock at my apartment door.

You gave the keyword, and I let you in.

We’d never met face to face before.

It was a shock to finally meet you.

You were in a bad way.

I did my best to dress your wounds, but it was the first and only time I ever saw you cry.

You mumbled something about not knowing… about how sorry you were.

You torched the place to cover your tracks after the hit.

You said the boy was supposed to be staying with his mother.

But he wasn’t.

He was there.

In the house.

While it burned to the ground.