I refused to believe she knew who was calling and had purposely ignored me. I did not want to believe that. I put the phone on the dresser after the fourth call, even though I never ever called more than once, and went to have my bath.
Mason had been right. I shouldn’t become a mess because of her absence. She was only training. She would be back; I hoped. I came back to pick up the phone, taking it along with me in case she called back; I didn’t want to miss her call for anything.
I dried my body slowly, with my eyes on my phone. I increased the ringing volume, while still watching the screen but it didn’t light up and it didn’t ring. I took it with me to the kitchen, putting it beside me as I washed the dishes while waiting for the pizza. I took it with me when the pizza boy rang my
