Caleb
“You will not call my Luna again!”
The sound of his voice shouldn’t have been enough to make my hands shake, but it did.
Erick’s tone wasn’t loud, it wasn’t sharp.
It was low, quiet and controlled in a way that somehow carried more weight than a shout ever could. Every syllable rolled out like a slow wave of pressure, and with each word, it was as if the air around me thickened.
And it was aimed squarely at me.
I called him back.
My fingers clenched tightly around the phone, but even then, I felt my grip slipping. The screen wobbled, my palm slick with a sudden rush of sweat. My mouth was dry before I even managed to speak.
“I…Erick, it’s not what it looks like,” I said, too fast, almost tripping over my own words. “I tried to call you. Multiple times. You weren’t answering
