My hand trembles as I slowly pull the phone from my ear. Perturbation swims in my blood, obstructing my muscles to flinch.
Lavine walks to me and, with a worried face, says, “Tell me what happened?”
Since the anxiety that’s ridging all over my body prevents me from moving, let alone speaking, Lavine snatches the phone from my hand then stares at it with puzzlement.
“What did Micah tell you?” he asks.
Not only that I can’t speak, but I’m also having second thoughts about telling him what’s happening. The heaps of negative sensations stagger me, assaulting my poise down. I cover my face with my palms when grief-stricken tears cascade from my eyes while convulsively painful sobs escape my mouth. Lavine confines me in his arms. But even his warmth struggles to decrease the disquietude th
