He picked it up on the third ring. “Hello?”

Her voice, soft, sweet and a bit shaky, came over the line. ” I just wanted to say, I’ll always love you. Know that. Not just today. Every single day.”

Tears stung his eyes as he recalled that conversation. It had been their last one.

Thirteen years later, the wound was still fresh. Each time he saw the replay of the second plane hitting the building, another part of him died.

Each painful day.

Written in memory of the 9/11 victims. May their souls rest in peace.

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