Asking for Evelyn

For a second, Paul didn’t know what to say. Retirement home? He cleared his throat quickly. “Hi, uh, I’m trying to reach Evelyn Harris?” A pause crackled through the line. Claire’s voice softened. “Evelyn lives here, but she’s not able to take calls anymore. I’m her nurse. Who’s calling, please?” Paul’s heart thudded hard against his ribs.
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