Ruminating the 11th Hour

Sam nodded, then chided herself and responded vocally, “Yes,” she managed, “Yes, I can. You’ll be there right?”
“We will whe…” Sam’s father began, but a crackling white noise finished his sentence.
“Dad?!” Sam said, her heart beating faster. The white noise cut-off and Sam was left in the silence of the corridor, a chair ringing against a wall as it floated into it. “Mom?”

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