A long, staticky silence. Then: "He’s not coming home, you know. My son. He sent this card three Christmases ago. Said it was for 'emergencies.' But the real emergency is that I've forgotten the sound of his laugh."

Marta felt the lump in her throat rise. She wasn't supposed to do this. She wasn't a therapist, a priest, or a daughter. She was a "Prepaid Cards Enquiry" agent. Her job was zeroes and ones.

The old man was quiet. Then a wet, broken sound. A thank you. A goodbye. The line went dead.

Marta’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. "I’m sorry, sir, but without the number, I can’t access the—"

Marta minimized the balance-check tool. She opened a blank notepad. "Tell me about Leo. While you look for the card."

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A long, staticky silence. Then: "He’s not coming home, you know. My son. He sent this card three Christmases ago. Said it was for 'emergencies.' But the real emergency is that I've forgotten the sound of his laugh."

Marta felt the lump in her throat rise. She wasn't supposed to do this. She wasn't a therapist, a priest, or a daughter. She was a "Prepaid Cards Enquiry" agent. Her job was zeroes and ones.

The old man was quiet. Then a wet, broken sound. A thank you. A goodbye. The line went dead.

Marta’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. "I’m sorry, sir, but without the number, I can’t access the—"

Marta minimized the balance-check tool. She opened a blank notepad. "Tell me about Leo. While you look for the card."