Waiting for News

I still hold my breath when I hear the phone ring before 8 a.m. 

My heart stops. 

Every call in the middle of the night is a heartbreaking one. 

I poise myself for bad news. 

I ready my heart for loss.  

Like a dog, the ring always illicits the same response. 

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