Pacing.
I had been reduced to mindless wandering, circling my couch. A vulture lazily flitting around a sequestered corpse.
The phone was heavy in my hand, turning ceaselessly in my sweaty palm. My eyes tore over the abandoned mug left by Imelda, the linger of her spirit simmering against the atmosphere. I mulled over her words, the thoughts roiling.
I stopped, leaning against the arm of the couch.
It was tortuous thinking of him, his life.
I glanced down at the glowing screen in my careful hands. It was there, readily at my fingertips. That burner number that I had teetered upon calling many times before but could never summon my nerve.
I couldn't even be sure that it would ring. Or that it would be answered.
I laughed, unsettled to myself.
I couldn't prepare myself for the reality of nothing being on the other side of that phone call.
"Now or never."
The whisper came suddenly from my lips. I dialed and sat impatiently at the shrill tone.
Pick up.
Ring.
Pick up.
Ring.
Pick up the fucking pho-
The call connected, and I could hear the calm static of the person on the other end. I sucked in a shaky breath and cleared my throat.
I looked to my left. At the mirrored tv stand and marble coffee table. At the exuberant leather bar stools and solid Oak furniture. It was all sterile, and It wasn't me. It was all temporary, expendable. I knew that I was warm silk sheets and oasis gardens. Where the sun never set on your best days. I wanted, I was ready.
"Let me come home."
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Reverence - Book 2
Romans2 years after her fretful decision, Yelena finds herself enmeshed in a whole new world. She's taken on a Principal Ballet role, nurtured new relationships and found paths full of unnerving rivalry, shocking twists of fate and a story written in time...
