C211 Three Years, Three Years, Three Years Vs. the Post.(1)

The turmoil in Wensel's heart was beyond words. All he could hear was his friend's disjointed rambling, "If only the phone hadn't fallen in," "If only I hadn't moved the nightstand to get the phone," Wensel realized with a sinking feeling that in retrieving his phone, his friend had unearthed a secret buried for years.

"If the phone hadn't dropped..."

"If I hadn't gone to pick it up..