JGeronimoHerrera
The phone rings, waking Isaac. It's 3:30 in the morning and he just laid down after his long trip to the Philippines. Who is calling me at this time? He wonders.
"Hello?"
The sound of a woman's whimper startles him.
"Hello, someone there?"
"Isaac..." she whispers. His eyes go wide.
"Gina? What's the matter? What's wrong?!"
There's no response.
"Gina! Talk to me what happened?! Did he..." he stops himself, remembering the promise he made to her weeks before.
"Gina, tell me what's wrong."
A long pause follows before her voice pierces his heart, "Isaac...please help me!"
He hangs up.