Nkechi held her phone tightly…
Her heart racing uncontrollably…
Her brother Emeka’s voice was clear…
Calm… but cold…
Like it was coming from somewhere… far away…
“I’ll call you every night… until you come see me…”
From that night on…
The calls became a routine…
Every night at 11 PM…
The phone would ring…
Same number…
Same voice…
They talked about everything…
Childhood… laughter… memories…
But something felt… off…
His voice…
Had no pain…
Even though…
He was in a coma…
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