The phone ringer was on too loudly, but Claire didn't want to miss the phone call she didn't want to have. Claire and James both startled out of their nap, but she was on her feet and answering even as James groaned and rolled over.
It wasn't the call.
Claire felt sick anyway and pushed memories and sadness and worry down deep again as she hung up on a telemarketing robocall, cursing them for scaring her. Irrationally, she wanted to write to whatever company it was to tell them it was cruel to call her uselessly and make her think her father may be dead. She pushed the thoughts away again and concentrated on blissful ignorance.
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