He answered the first ring. His voice is hoarse, he was probably asleep at this hour. You manage to squeeze out a few hoarse excuses and a location. When you start to explain the situation in a weak, shaky voice, he interrupts you.
"Be quiet. I've got it. I'll be there in five minutes."
And soldiers keep their word. It was less than five minutes before you heard running towards your car.
He's here. Not your fucking husband -him.
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