Lazarus:
"Dad?" I answered the call when father called me at four in the morning. "Are you okay? Is everything okay?"
I couldn't help but ask. Not because he was calling me at four in the morning, but because he was calling at all. It was heartbreaking how his call always gives me anxiety. Every time he calls me, he either tells me to stop doing what I am doing, to give me a certain type of news. Mostly bad news.
"Of course, everything is okay, Lazarus. It must be four in the morning there. I forgot." Dad said with an easy chuckle and I blinked my eyes to get rid of the sleepiness. He was laughing. With me.
Either I am dreaming, or he is drunk. It's very abnormal of him to call me and laugh casually along with me. Like we are on the best terms. We used to talk like this. When I must
