POV: JASMINE
It rang a third time, almost as if it knew I was there. Like the phone knew I was seeing the call and intentionally ignoring it –
I reached for the phone with trembling fingers, but my intention was not to answer it. No I wanted to throw it, smash it against the wall, and make it stop.
I was about to fling it off when it lit up again.
But it wasn't his name this time.
It was just a number.
No contact photo. Just ten digits glowing against the screen
My heart seized, and I froze.
It could be them.
It could be the person behind the message and the photo. Maybe they wanted to tell me more. Rub it in. Demand something.
Or maybe…. maybe I could reason with them. Beg them not to tell.
I hit answer.
"Hello?" My voice was thin and raw like I'd been screaming for hours.
There was a pause. Then, a woman's warm voice filtered through.
"Miss Jasmine?" She called.
I blinked. "Y–yes?"
"This is Melissa from Leropita Hospital. The receptionist. Recall?" She asked.
