I accidentally called my mom’s cell phone the other day.
Well, not accidentally. I butt-dialed her. Which feels fitting somehow—like my phone knew I still needed to reach her.
I saw her name pop up on my screen and my heart stopped.
It was ringing.
I hung up immediately. Not because I realized she was gone—I know she’s gone. I just... panicked. It freaked me out.
And then I sat there. Staring at my phone. Wondering.
Does someone else have that number now? Or is it just... gone? Disconnected? Lost in some void where old phone numbers go when the people who used them don’t exist anymore?
A couple minutes later, my phone rang.
The number. Calling me back.
My stomach dropped. I answered.
