Lewis's phone buzzed, shrill in the silence. He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the caller ID. His expression changed, his eyes widening in surprise. He quickly picked up the call.
"Mr. Evan," a voice said on the other end. "It's Bella. Mrs. Evan is not taking her medicine. Could you please come? She's been stubborn these days."
Lewis's demeanor shifted instantly, his personal turmoil pushed aside for the moment. "I'm coming," he said, his voice firm and concerned.
He ended the call and quickly got into his car. He started the engine and began the long drive to his mother's house, far from the cliff where he had been standing. His mind was now focused on his mother's well-being, and he pushed aside his own problems to attend to hers.
Lewis's car pulled up to the grand entrance of
