—Mabel—
“Go on. Answer it!” I urged, half-smiling, half-curious.
Her fingers trembled as she swiped to pick up. “H-Hello?”
There was a pause. Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes shimmered as she listened.
“I thought you weren't going to call...” Her voice broke.
I leaned forward, anxious.
I could hear his voice at the other end, low and tender. It softened every inch of her in ways I'd never seen before.
“Yes, l understand,” she continued and wiped her eyes.
Another pause.
Then, she let out a breathless laugh and lowered her glass. “Really? Of course, I’d like that.”
She nodded, as if he could see her, then added, “I love you too.”
The call ended, and she stared at her phone, dazed.
“Well?” I asked.
Ruth looked up and grinned. “That was him,” she repeated.
“I know!” I chuc
