ELENA TORRES
It was just as I managed to convince Jay Singh after long minutes of talking that another call came in, and I knew it was him before I even accepted it. In fact, I hurried to accept it because I knew it was him.
I don't know how I knew. Telepathy, maybe…
But I knew.
“Elena?” His voice asked as though he was unsure, and now that he was speaking to me again, I did not know what to say nor think, maybe except for the fact that he was calling me Elena, not honey or baby.
“Yes?”
He stayed silent for so long that I checked if the call was still on.
“We need to talk.”
Again, I was lost for words. The ache in my chest was still there, but numbing at the sound of his voice, while my ears waited to hear him apologize and say he was sorry and swear that he would only remain fait
