What if…we stopped worrying?

Mindy drummed her fingers on the table, and stared at the phone willing it to ring. It had been two hours since her daughter left the concert in Toronto. Jeremy walked into the kitchen. “Do you think the longer you gawk at the phone, it will ring?” “She should be home...

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