The phone shook in my hand, shaking so bad it fell, hanging by the charging cord as I sat staring at thin air not believing it. My mind could not wrap itself around it, pure happiness filling me then sadness, anger and finally fear. What was happening now? When had he woken up? What had they done to him? Had they put him into a prison cell? How was he?
There were so many questions, quickly taking the phone again and dialling the number. The phone rang over and over again before the lawyer picked up.
“Miss Thomas, finally.” Mr Anderson spoke up, sounds surrounding him as if he was crossing a road with cars honking and people shouting.
“Is he awake?” They were the first words that slipped out, I could not believe it until I saw it with my own eyes.
“Yes yes, he is awake.
