I'm back at the house; I want to study alone. I've had my lunch and taken my bath. All that is left is for me to study. As I tried to open my book, the beeping on my phone drew my attention.
It's Sandra. Oh shit, Cole. I haven't checked up on him.
I opened the text and read it: "How are you doing?" the message said.
It's time I spoke to him; I dialed Sandra's line, and the call went through.
"Hello," Cole's voice came in.
"Hello, Cole. I am so sorry for not calling to check on you. Forgive me."
"No, I'm not mad; I've also been very busy. Are you good? I hope you're in excellent health."
"I got discharged from the hospital recently, and I'm in great health."
"Why? What happened?"
"No, it was a minor sickness; I'm fine now," I lied.
"Did you get sick because of that weird old man?"
"Yes, I did."
"I'm sorry you got sick because of me."
"It was not because of you, Cole; don't try to make this about you."
