Garbled speech through the telephone. Words I never thought I’d hear.
“We need to talk.” Four words. Twelve little letters. A world of hurt behind the feigned mask of vacant politeness. My reply was perfectly modulated. A balance between casualness and calmness. Neither of which I felt.
“Okay. What time works for you? ”
“Does tomorrow at 10 work? ” I struggled to speak. The swelling in my throat was almost unbearable. I managed to say.
“Of course” The relief in your