SABRINA
Throughout the day, a persistent thought urged me to reach out to Mykel. However, my packed schedule led me to procrastinate the call. Upon returning home, I showered, personally attended to Rose – as she seemed to reject her nanny's company today – and put her to sleep before retiring to my room.
Stepping out the balcony, I scrolled through my contact list then dailed Mykel’s number. He picked after the second ring. “Hello?” I was met with heavy breathing, “Mykel? Are you there?”
A sly snicker escaped him as he remarked, "That's my favorite girl," his words slightly slurred. “I really wanted to hear your voice today."
The peculiar quality of his speech caught my attention, prompting a spontaneous inquiry, "Are you drunk?" It struck me as unexpected that he would surrender him
