The phone vibrated in my hand. I stared at the screen before finally picking the call. I was almost losing hope that he was purposely avoiding my calls.
“Hello?”
“Ruby,” He responded with just my name.
“I've been calling you. You didn't pick my calls.”
“I know and that's why I called back. I'm sorry about that.”
“I left you a voicemail too.”
“Yeah. I heard it this morning.”
Morning? So he had listened and still didn't call back.
“I didn't ignore you,” he said as if sensing my thoughts.
“I've been tied up all day.”
“Tied up with what?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.
There was a brief pause that felt a bit awkward.
“I was occupied with work and meetings.” He finally answered.
I leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My fingers trembled slightly around
