chapter 25
The next morning, just after noon, Drew sat in his car outside The Mill playing kiss-chasey with a hangover, punching in – and deleting out – Anisha’s number. It was indelible in his memory having called it so many times from various Indian landlines. It would be close to 10 p.m. there, but he was fairly certain she would still be awake. He hovered his thumb over the SEND icon and rehearsed, again, what he was going to say.
“Anisha! Long time no talk! I’m sorry and I miss you and I love you and—”
No, he would not say any of that, even though he wanted to. He pushed the green SEND button and watched the call connect. The seconds began ticking just below her name on the screen.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings…
The last thing he wanted was for it to go to voice mail, but her
