After I finished eating breakfast, I turned to Amaya. “Do you still have his card with you? The one you used to call him the last time?”
She nodded, and I gestured toward her room. “Go and bring it, please.”
Amaya disappeared inside, and within moments, she returned holding the card carefully in her hand.
“Look at you,” I teased, arching a brow. “You’re keeping it so precious, as if it’s something important to you.”
“Yes, it is,” she shot back with a small smile. “See? Now you even want to make use of it.”
I ignored her comment and took the card. Copying Damian’s number into my phone, I hesitated for a brief second before pressing the call button.
The line rang a few times. I was about to end the call when he finally picked up. There was silence, an awkward, heavy silence that neithe
