My Wife Sent Me To Jail For Her Lover
Language: en
The call came in at 11:42 PM. My wife’s voice was a jagged shard of glass, cutting through the silence of my Amtrak ride home. "Ethan, I’ve been in an accident... there’s so much blood... my leg, it hurts so much. Please, come save me!" I was still twenty miles outside of Chicago, trapped on a train. My heart hammered against my ribs like a caged bird. I tried to stay calm, my voice trembling as I asked for her location. "North Loop, near the old industrial docks," Sienna sobbed. "It’s so dark. There’s no one here. I’m so scared..." The line went dead. I couldn’t reach her again. Panic,…