July 23
The call came at 9:07 AM on a Saturday, the kind of hour when the world feels suspended between yesterday's mistakes and tomorrow's uncertainties. I had been awake anyway, staring at the ceiling of my small but spacious bedroom, wrestling with the familiar cocktail of anxiety and ambition that had become my constant companion since everything went downhill just weeks ago. The phone's shrill cry cut through the silence like a blade, and somehow, even before I answered, I knew.