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appears to be a rundown hospital. As I make my way down the hall, the smell of gunpowder filters through the air. I clench the rifle in my hands. The human screams continue, and slowly, one of them becomes more predominant.  
    Soon, it’s the only cry I hear.  
    It’s Max.  
    “Daddy! Daddy!” He’s crying for help. I race down the hall, clutching my gun, searching room after room.  
    I finally find him. He’s in one of the rooms, standing by an open window. There’s an angel – with white wings surrounded by a blinding white light – standing next to him.  
    “Max, get away from her!” I shout.
    Max turns to me with a smile and says, “It’s okay, Dad. I’m going with my new friend.”
    “Don’t leave!” I shout.
    “It’s okay, Dad,” Max repeats.
    “No, it’s not,” I mutter, tears streaming down my face.
    The angel motions Max to follow her through the open window.  
    “Bye, Daddy,” says Max with one last wave. “I love you.”
    The blinding white light fills the room. When the light subsides, I’m standing alone, tears still streaming down my face. Then I notice blood pouring from my chest.  
    I’ve been shot in the heart.

    I wake up frantically. My cellphone is ringing. My face is wet. Fuck, was I crying in my sleep? I wipe my eyes and reach for the nightstand. I glance at the time stamp on my phone: 2:00 a.m.. Then I notice the number. It’s a call from the website. If I don’t pick up, Shane will know. He monitors everything on the site. I sigh and answer.
    “Hello. This is Kade.”
    Silence.
    “Hello?” I repeat. “Anybody there?”
      I’m annoyed. If you’re going to call me at 2 a.m., you better have something to say.
    Then, she finally speaks.  
    “Hi…I…uh…I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
    I rub my eyes. I decide to be honest.
    “Yeah. It’s all right though. I was having a nightmare.”
    “Oh,” she says. There’s a long pause. Then she finally speaks. “I’m sorry… I don’t… I think I’ve made a mistake.”
    Like I said, Shane has someone monitoring the site. And he hasn’t been too pleased with the number of customers I’ve booked this month. I owe him a ton of money. And with my lackluster sales rate, it’s going to take me two lifetimes to pay him back. I have to keep this girl talking and hopefully have it lead to an actual meeting.  
    “How can you be so sure?” I blurt. “We haven’t even talked yet.”
    Another long silence. I can hear her breathing.
    “I’ve never done this before?” she admits.
    “Called somebody at two a.m.?” I say, trying to be light hearted. It doesn’t come naturally to me, but Shane says I need to get better at it so clients feel at ease.
    “You know what I mean,” she replies. “I’ve never used a website for this sort of thing.”
    I sit up in bed. I have to keep her on the phone.  
    “I really think I’ve made a mistake,” she repeats.
    “The only mistake you’ll be making is hanging up,” I quickly say. My words disgust me. I take a deep breath and decide to speak honestly. I’ve never been good at faking it… ever. “Listen. I know this might be something out of the ordinary for you. But you’ve called for a reason. You need something. There’s something missing from your life. Am I right?”
    Another long pause.
    “I miss being with a man,” she admits. She takes a breath and continues. “I’m lonely. I’ve been lonely for a long time.”
    “Most people are,” I tell her. I know I am.
    “I guess that’s good for your business,” she replies, a little sarcastically.
    “What do you miss about being with a man?” I ask.
    “What do you mean? Like specifics?”
    “Yeah,” I reply. “It will help me get a better sense of whether I can help you.”
    She takes a moment.
    “Let me see… everything,” she says with a sigh. “I miss everything about a man: his hands running over my skin, his breath against my neck, the muscles in his arms, his smell, his masculine energy,