Jack landed on the rooftop of Amy’s apartment block. He’d spent the past two hours searching for Gregori, but to no avail.
He sat on the roof tiles, getting his breath back. The morning sun blazed the sky with deep orange and pale blues. Birds skipped from chimneys to tree limbs shading the street. A cool breeze blew his unkempt hair from his face. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up to the sky, taking a moment to enjoy the calm before the city awoke.
He pulled out his phone. She’d wanted to hear his voice. He wondered if it could make calls. He wasn’t sure he could bare it.
The small phone made it difficult for his clumsy fingers to operate its functions, but he’d quickly adjusted, proud he could nearly type at a speed equal to hers. He kept his sentences short and succinct to
