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I hear her voice crack over the phone, it's sound matching that of my heart. I just want to run to her. I hear the tears slip into the receiver, the quiet fizz of water on copper. I can see her, curled up under my dressing gown, hiding from the world, trying to hide from the pain. And all I can do it tell her I love her. Useless. A disembodied voice at the end of a phone, what can I do? I would wrap her up in my arms, carry her off to a place free from her pain, free from her fear. But I can't. I must just stand by her, holding her in my prayers, holding her in my heart.