DENVER
I’m almost clenching the phone in my hands as soon as she breaks down in tears.
I regret taking the call, but I needed to know what she was so scared of all of a sudden.
I needed to know why she wasn’t taking the call. It was about her parents, and it was a failed research project, but there is more to it. She is probably not saying it; her tremors prove that there is more, but I can’t bring her to point it out to me.
She looks terrible after the call ends, as if she should disappear off the surface of the earth. The more I stare at her, the more she wants to bury herself.
She has been keeping them from me, and they are the reason she has been having nightmares and inner tremors.
“You are looking for your parents. Why didn’t you say it all these while?” I clench my fists, not
