Vivian
The call clicked before it was about to roll to voicemail.
“Kael?” I managed to ask. But no answer came. "Please." I sobbed silently.
I didn't care who it was. I didn't care if it was Kael or God himself.
I closed my eyes, trying to keep breathing. “Help me, please...” I whispered weakly. ”I want to go home."
I kept repeating the words, over and over, until my voice turned hoarse and hollow.
Then the line went dead. The tiny screen went black.
My hand slipped from my ear, and the phone felll onto the carpet inches from my face.
I didn't know if he heard me. I didn't even know who he was. The voice had been deep, dark and nothing like Kael. I was certain it wasn’t Kael. It wasn’t my brother.
Maybe I had hallucinated the whole thing. Maybe I was already dying, and my brain
