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Stacey rolled over in bed and reached blindly for her ringing phone. The buzz and beep alternated, irritating her more and more with each second that she couldn’t find the offending item on her nightstand.
Finally, she wrapped her hand around the vibrating phone and swiped to answer the call without bothering to look at who it was. She never knew the number when she was on call, anyway. It was always blocked or a pay phone or some other call that didn’t really matter where it came from. Someone needed help.
“Hello?” Stacey groaned, trying not to sound like she’d just been woken from a dead sleep.
“Stacey?” The timid voice on the other end shook.
Stacey sat bolt upright. “Yeah?” She knew the voice, but identifying it when she was barely able to remember her own name and answer in ag
