02:19 hrs. Sixth Sunday
Luke: i miss you so much, pretty. please pick up the phone. i miss the sound of your voice.
Phone call:
Carter: Hi
Luke: Hi, bae... I miss you.
Carter: Yeah, me too. Sorry about the other day.
Luke: It's okay. How are you?
Carter: Fine... I think so.
Luke: Did he hit you again?
Carter: He doesn't do that. He will never hurt me.
Luke: But he seems like...
Carter: Shut the fuck up, Luke. I love my father.
Luke: But babe, he is bad with you.
Carter: He is not. He loves me and he always wants the best for me... So stop calling me or I'm going to tell him.
Luke: But, pretty, please.
Luke: Hello? Is it somebody there?
Luke: Carter? I love you.
