Set in the present, sometime after Jennifer Dylan was born. This, in theory, was good, but now I realize everything I did wrong. Like, it's supposed to be something like 9/11, only happening where Jordan's mother lives. I don't know, I just don't like how it turned out. What about you?
And I hate the phone
But I wish you'd call
"Is that you, Jordan?" There was no disguising the frantic tone in Perry's voice.
"Yeah, it's me. Jesus, Per… there's soot everywhere…"
"Are you guys okay?" Why, oh why did he not stop Jordan from taking Jack and Jennifer to her mother's that weekend?
"Yeah… fine… two blocks away… say it was a miracle…"
The phone was fading in and out as Perry watched the disaster on TV. Scenes of crying people were plastered on the screen. He watched in horror as people emerged from burning buildings and firemen ran into demolished buildings to rescue as many people as possible. "Jordan," he said, speaking louder, "when can you get home?"
"The car… debris hit… gone…"
"Jordan, I'll come get you in the Porsche. I'll be there by tonight."
The next words were extremely audible. "Perry… hurry. I'm scared."
"I love you, Jordan. Everything's going to be okay, because I love you." And he hung up the phone, because he truly believed it.
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