Blackheath
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"Hello?"
It was the most wonderful, vicious pain he'd ever felt to hear her voice.
"Do you know who this is?" he asked quietly. But he trusted her to be discrete.
"Yes."
Her voice was filled with happiness, and he ached with relief to know that she knew him, had missed him, and missed him still.
"Are you ok? Are you hurt or-"
"I'm fine."
"You're really fine? I've missed you so, so much baby…"
"I've missed you too."
"I'm so sorry I didn't meet you. I'm so sorry baby. I can't tell you about it now, but… That lady you're with, she's treating you right? She's not bothering you?"
"No, she's ok."
"I'm coming to get you. I'll… I'll send someone. Someone you know. Can you tell me where you are?"
She had to ask, but then reeled off the address. It would be forever burnt to his memory, but he wrote it the back of his hand anyway.
"Ok, baby. That's perfect. Hang in there, ok? We're coming for you. I'll see you soon."
"Ok." She hung up. He stared at the phone, elation spinning his thoughts like an upturned bicycle wheel.
"And?" Dorsey said, all anxiousness.
He showed her the address, she grabbed the car keys, and he grabbed her.
"Wait," he said, "Don't just drive straight down there. Drive past it first. Look at the parked cars. Look at the guys mowing their lawns-"
"Alright! I get it!" she said, shaking him off.
"If it looks ok, come back and pick me up."
She gave him a worried look.
"Of course I'll stay in the car!" he said, exasperated.