“Cristian?”
Faustino slumped back in his chair, his fingers rubbing his eyes. The tiny desk lamp lit the surface but just pierced the study's shadows.
“Please accept my apologies.” Cristian's low voice cautiously came through on the other end. “Did I wake you up? I can say it tomorrow. I-“
“No.” Faustino gave a kind smile. “I'm awake. “Is everything all right?” he said after a little pause.
“Yes, I was only. I was hoping if I could...ask Isaac's phone number from you,” she says with noticeable hesitation.
Faustino sat upfront. He asked slowly, "Isaac's number? Sure, why not?” he says. Is…” He hesitated for a moment, recalling his son's actions whenever Cristian was in the room. “Is everything...all right?”
On the other end of the telephone, there was a deafening silence, and for a
