Picture it: a spring night in small-town Missouri, April 1991.

Angela Hammond, twenty years old, four months along, ring on her finger, whole life ahead of her like a long country road with the porch light on at the end. She drops her fiancé Rob at his folks’ place, swings by a payphone because that’s how you stayed in love before the internet, eh and rings him up just to keep talking a little longer.

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