The overdue phone call
Just as Francis started to ask another question, a loud ringtone cut through the silence. My phone vibrated violently against the glass surface of the vanity table.
We both looked at the device simultaneously. The screen lit up with my father’s name, flashing urgently.
Relief washed over me for a split second, quickly replaced by a sense of dread. I grabbed the phone before the ringing could stop, hoping for a simple explanation like a flat tire.