Cuco’s pov;
I cut the call without a goodbye.
Another second and my voice would’ve betrayed me. My uncle always knew when to release first, before emotion dug its claws in too deep. He’d done it years ago, standing stiff beside two coffins, telling me that survival sometimes meant distance. Now he was doing it again.
I didn’t move immediately, I was still holding the phone to my ear even after the call ended and after a while, I brought it down slowly.
Second chance. A strange phrase.
My phone buzzed and I glanced at it. It was from an unknown number.
‘Bus depot. Platform C. Thirty minutes.’
I walked to the small lake at the other street. At this time, there weren’t many people there and I was grateful for that. I let out a deep sigh as I dialed a number and waited, hopeful that sh
