This is Lindy, how may I help you?” “Lindy, can you stop by on your way home?” “Bridget?” Lindy asked, barely recognizing her sister’s voice. “What’s wrong?” “I need to talk to you. Can you come by?” Lindy felt a cold hand squeeze her heart. “Bridget? Is everything okay? What’s wrong?” “Nothing. Everything,” Bridget murmured, her voice so faint and weak Lindy had to strain to hear her. “I don’t know what to do and I need someone to talk to.” “Do I need to come now?” “No. No, it can wait until after you get off work. I…just need a friend right now.” “I’ll be there straight away, as soon as I get off, okay?” “Okay. Thank you, Lindy,” Bridget said before killing the connection. Lindy stared at phone a moment before replacing the handset in the cradle.
