Hannah pushed it out of her reach and swallowed, anticipation fizzing in her belly. “Hello?” “Hannah?” The voice on the other end was achingly familiar. “Hannah, is that you?” Her breath hitched in her throat. She closed her eyes, mouth dry, unable to form words. Childhood memories filled her mind: camping, hiking, family dinners, trips to the grocery store. Football games and late-night study sessions. Dave squeezed her shoulder. “You okay?” His touch brought her back. She opened her eyes and inhaled sharply. Keying the mic, Hannah said, “It’s me.” Silence on the other end, as if the speaker
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