My Wife, The Stranger
gend on Broadway. I am her son, Et
voice that could break your heart. Mom taught her everything, molded her, loved her like t
ar on Broadway. I am the
past two months, Chloe was in Europe on a "promotion
s went straight to voicemail. I
t updates. "Mom's no
"The doctors are worried,
g. "She's asking for you.
ly. No
. I held her hand as sh
er ten rings, she picked up. The bac
working. Can
was shar
ce hollow. "She's gone, Chloe.
. Then, a cold, d
an, even for you. I know you're lonely, but this is pathetic. I'll call you
hung
e buzzing in my ear. The world felt quiet, empty.
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