CASSANDRA
A phone rang somewhere in the home. We both stopped, waiting without saying a word in the hopes that it had been an accident and that nothing but stillness would follow. But once more, the air was filled with the loud ringtone that I had grown all too accustomed to.
Work.
The ring for emergencies and not just any emergency, but an emergency-emergency. Fabio leaned his cheek against my chest and cursed. My breathing felt too loud and hurried, and my heart was thumping under my ribcage.
He said, "f**k, I'm sorry," while the phone kept ringing.
"I need to..."
"I know." I rose up, supporting my wobbly legs on the chair's back.
Before standing up and walking across the room to where he had slung his jacket over the back of the couch to grab his phone, Fabio washed his hands ove
