When Cynthia stopped shivering, Andrew pulled away from her gently.
"It's okay. Let me fetch you a glass of water," he whispered, giving her a tender pat on the head before swinging his legs out of bed.
The quiet of the night was occasionally pierced by the distant wail of sirens. Cynthia stared vacantly out the window, her thoughts a chaotic mess.
Joseph was jolted awake by the ringing of his phone.
Glancing at the clock, he saw it was well past midnight.
The number was unfamiliar, but with a doctor's professionalism, he sat up quickly. "Hello?"
"Dr. Bentley, do you remember me?"
A pleasant female voice came from the other end, causing Joseph's expression to darken as he fell silent.
"I apologize for disturbing you so late. I'm wondering if you know someone."
"Who?"
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