PART 2 It was a smoke alarm. Faint. Behind a closed door. Then louder when Milo opened his bedroom door. “Milo, close your door. Right now.”

Milo doesn’t call 911 at 2:14 anymore.

Now he calls my cell phone. At 7:30 p.m.

His idea.

I still read him a story every time.

THE END.

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Sometimes the call everyone tells you to ignore is the one that matters most.

If you were Bev, would you have picked up that 40th call? Tell us in the replies