Summers Point of View
Initially, I was indecisive about whether to respond to it or not. However, eventually, despite my reluctance, I opted to hit the green button and held the speaker close to my ears.
Pull yourself together, Summer! You were not to blame. She provoked you!
A prolonged silence ensued after the call connected, and I found myself unable to break it. I anticipated him to inquire and hold me accountable for the latest media frenzy, but I was taken aback when he asked nonchalantly.
“How is your day off with Nana going?”
As opposed to responding, a stream of tears gushed out of my eyes and a faint sob broke through my throat. He didn’t utter a word or inquire as to why I was crying, and I assume he was already aware of the rationale. The mere sound of his voice granted me
