The stranger’s voice on the phone should have been the best news of the morning. After my husband Julian lost his phone, I felt relieved when someone honest finally called from his number. For twelve years Julian had been the most dependable person in my life—the man who remembered birthdays, small details, and every promise he made. The phone was only worth about nine hundred dollars, but it held important work contacts and personal information. Then the man named Charlie casually told me where he had found it, and my relief disappeared.
Julian had said he lost the phone somewhere between his office and the gym. Charlie explained he discovered it outside a family visitation center downtown. My heart tightened. That was where children met parents during difficult family situations, and Julian had never mentioned any reason to be there.
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