He Never Hung Up On Me

That afternoon when I had the car accident, I called my fiancé Hudson seven times.

On the seventh call, he finally picked up. In the background, I could hear airport announcements.

Enduring the searing pain, I told him I'd gotten into an accident on the South Highway. The car had flipped over, and I was bleeding badly.

"Don't panic, I'll send my assistant over," he said hurriedly. "I need to fly to New York right now. Cecilia's depression relapsed---she took sleeping pills and her emotional state is very unstable. I have to go see her."