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◇ three missed calls

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It was past 10 PM when Ezra received not one, but three calls. One right after the other, urgency screaming at him from his lock screen. He didn’t check his phone until half an hour later when he finally left the gym. The missed calls were from Jennifer’s number; that brick of a phone that she should’ve tossed into the river ages ago but somehow still worked.

She’d never called him before. Sure, they’d lived together for a couple of years, but Jennifer had never needed to reach out to Ezra. Ian was her go-to person. They had each other’s numbers purely for emergencies. Just in case. Just in case something happened to Ian. And that was precisely why his heart plummeted as soon as he saw those missed calls.

Ezra called her back with the poise and self-control expected of a soon-to-be firefighter, but inside, he was suffocating. Each nerve-wracking ring seemed to stretch time until Jennifer’s feeble, trembling voice finally answered. She told him Ian was in the hospital. That he’d overdosed. That he was okay now, and everything was under control.

But his brother wasn’t okay. He was broken.

And Ezra was a lifesaver. So there was no way in hell he wouldn’t pack a bag and catch the first flight to New York immediately.

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