I stood frozen as I listened to his familiar husky voice and again I traveled into the memory lane five years ago when he would regularly call me at night. “H-hello,” my voice stammered and I couldn’t bring myself to say his name. “A-are you okay?” As soon as the question was out, I regretted asking him.

“What do you think?” He asked, and I could tell from his voice that he was tired and beaten.

The bad publicity must have taken its toll on him, and all of a sudden, I felt the urge to comfort him. “I’m sorry,” I apologized even if I didn’t have to.

“Do it...