ROSALINE

I moved away from Harry and pulled out whatever emotions I was feeling. My eyes instantly went dry, and I blinked repeatedly, trying to understand why he'd even call me after he'd acted no less than an asshole these past few days.

My hand was stuck, and my finger suddenly felt completely cramped up. All I could do was stare at the phone and watch it ring until Harry shuffled beside me, throwing me a questioning look as he also glanced at the phone and saw the caller's ID. "Are you going to pick that up?"

"Y-yeah," I stuttered. "Yeah, I will. I just..." Gerald was my husband, and...