Kyle walked over to the window, feeling the cool evening breeze brush against his skin.
He wasn't sure he could bring himself to separate them, and he dreaded making the call. But after a moment of hesitation, he picked up his phone and dialed Orelia's number.
He didn't want to hate himself for this, nor did he want her to blame herself. More than anything, he wanted to spare her from the pain of guilt.
The phone rang for a while before Orelia finally answered. She hesitated at first, not wanting to pick up, but she was afraid he would keep calling.
Once she did, she switched it to speaker and stepped away from the phone. "What do you want?" she asked coldly.
"Orelia," Kyle said, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Brock was in a car accident. He's in surgery. Do… do you want to
