ARIA
The sound of the disconnected call echoed louder in my head than it should have.
I stared at my phone for several seconds, hoping it was my imagination or a dream and that the phone would ring again, but it did not. The telephone stayed dead and unresponsive, as if mocking me for expecting anything different.
“Did Luca just cut the line on me?” I asked quietly.
The question was not meant for anyone, yet my eyes drifted toward Savon unintentionally. He stood a few feet away, still, and attentive, his expression caught somewhere between concern and guilt. But I chose not to acknowledge his presence.
“He did not even wait for me to explain,” I continued, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound composed. “He did not ask me what was wrong. He did not ask if I was okay. He did n
