ZOEY
Zoey’s phone rang loudly on the counter while she was cleaning the kitchen.
Brows creasing, she turned around, hoping she was about to hear some form of good news because this was such an odd hour to call someone except the person was so important to you you could not do without hearing their voice.
Staring at the screen to see who the caller was and her eyes opened out in dismay.
This person hadn’t called in such a long time. It was as though she knew the impact her calls made in Zoey’s life, and so she wanted to wait until the fire she’d set in her life burnt completely, and now, she was calling to confirm if her life was utterly f****d.
Torn between ignoring it and going back to cleaning the kitchen up, Zoey stared blankly on the wall.
The phone stopped ringing, and she was
