Listening To The First Desperate Voicemail
Once the brewing stopped, I poured the steaming black liquid into my favorite ceramic mug. I took a cautious sip, letting the warmth spread through my chest before turning back to the phone.
The notifications had finally paused for a brief moment. I tapped the voicemail icon and selected the very first message from the long list.
I pressed the speakerphone button, setting the volume loud enough to fill the empty kitchen.