“Hello?” the voice asked again.
Simon, my mind supplied dumbly as I stared at the phone. In horror. Like I’d never seen such a thing before. Even the hand holding it looked like it belonged to someone else.
I wished that it belonged to someone else.
Hang up—Hang—
“I can hear you, you know.” What did that mean and why did he sound amused? “Is this one of those creepy calls—”
“I’m sorry,” I eventually gasped when my lungs decided they burned too much to hold my breath anymore. “I didn’t…”
How on Earth was I supposed to explain this.”
“Ah, there we are.” There was a sound in the background, a creak like someone was leaning back in a desk chair. “I was half-expecting one of those scam calls from abroad - an English woman wasn’t exactly what I had in mind for a silent, well, perhaps
