“Do you—Do you remember when you made me promise to—to call you and you’d—” “And I’d be there.” He finishes my sentence and a weighty sense of relief I don’t quite understand settles in my chest. I hear rather than feel myself heave a gulp of air. I think I’m crying? “Effie, where are you? Are you at the apartment?” I nod as if he can see me and somehow he infers my silence as a yes. “I’m on my way.”
