He’s Only Seven

Calvin's fingers hovered over the screen, ready to end the call. The voice on the other end was shaky, desperate, laced with a venom that only despair can brew. He could hear the ragged breaths, the suppressed sobs that spoke of nights without sleep, days filled with worry.

"You don't understand, Calvin. Because of what you've done, someone could die."

Calvin's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding against the frustration building within him. His thumb hovered, ready to disconnect. "I'm hanging up."

"No, wait!" The voice on the other end rose, a mix of pleading and anger, a last-ditch effort to be heard. "You’ve taken away my only source of income. I can’t afford my son’s medical bills now. He’s going to be kicked out of the hospital. Do you hear me? My son!"

Calvin froze, his hand trembling slightly. A cold realization settled over him, seeping into his bones. This wasn't just some random caller. The morning's events replayed in his mind—the manager at the real estate office, his sneering
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