Yesterday was blisteringly hot—the kind of heat that makes the pavement feel like it’s melting under your shoes. The air was thick and unmoving, and all I could think about was getting home and basking in the cool breeze of my air conditioner. But first, I stopped by the grocery store for a quick dinner.
It was easily over 30°C outside, which meant the temperature inside that sealed car was dangerously higher. I scanned the windshield and spotted a note with a phone number. I dialed immediately.

A man answered. I tried to stay calm.
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