The phone shattered the silence of my bedroom at 1:30 in the morning, dragging me from the edge of sleep with the jarring insistence that only comes with emergency calls. In my thirty-two years as a firefighter in Calgary, I\u2019d learned to distinguish between wrong numbers and genuine crisis before my feet hit the floor. This was crisis.\u201cUncle Bill, please. I need you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My nephew Connor\u2019s voice was barely recognizable\u2014choked, small, wrapped in a kind of terror I\u2019d never heard from him before. I was already moving, reaching for the clothes I kept perpetually ready on my dresser chair, a habit from three decades of midnight emergency calls.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease come to the Foothills Medical Center. I\u2019m in emergency. I don\u2019t know what to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Connor was fifteen, a quiet kid who\u2019d inherited his father\u2019s love of hockey and his mother\u2019s stubborn independence. In all the years I\u2019d watched him grow up, through scraped knees and broken hearts and teenage drama, I\u2019d never heard him sound so desperately, utterly lost.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened, son? Are you hurt?\u201d I kept my voice steady, drawing on the calm tone I\u2019d used a thousand times when talking to people trapped in burning buildings or pinned inside crushed vehicles. \u201cIt\u2019s going to be okay. Just tell me what\u2019s going on.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy stepfather says I fell off my bike. But Uncle Bill, that\u2019s not what happened.\u201d His voice dropped to barely above a whisper, trembling. \u201cHe grabbed me and threw me against the garage wall. My wrist is broken and they\u2019re asking questions and Mom keeps telling them I\u2019m reckless, that I\u2019m always getting hurt, and nobody\u2019s listening to me.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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