Celia laid down after making the post. It had been a long day. She set her phone aside, ready to finally get some rest, until Rafael’s call came in.
“Who do you miss?” Rafael’s voice cut in sharply from the other end.
“The noise over there is too much, I can’t hear you clearly,” she replied, her voice uncertain.
“Celia, you heard me.”
She froze, unsure how to respond, She ended the call without another word and dropped the phone beside her. Her chest was tight, but she pulled the covers over herself, determined to sleep. She wasn’t ready to deal with what that call stirred in her.
Far across the city, Rafael lowered his phone slowly, the silence on the other end heavier than any argument.
She had heard him, he knew that.
"Miss him," Rafael muttered, jealousy edging every syllable.
