A home phone call
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The shrill ring of his landline shattered the silence. Frank groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Not now,” he muttered, letting the answering machine pick up.
But the voice that filled the speaker wasn’t distorted this time—it was sharp and familiar. It was the school principal, sounding furious, his tone slicing through the quiet house. Frank’s stomach clenched before he even listened.
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