Dreaded Outcomes

The phone call came just after/before/during dinner, shattering the fragile peace we'd constructed. My stomach lurched, a cold knot of dread tightening/clenchinig/ constricting around my insides. Every fiber of my being screamed danger/warning/trouble. The voice on the other end was hushed/calm/unem
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