My fiancé looks at me closely. In his eyes there is distrust and many questions.

“Felix…” I pitifully try to stretch my lips into a smile, but my hands drop limply.

Why didn't you call me?

Lost my phone...

I'm so scared that I feel like I'm stuck to the floor.

I can smell his cologne and start to slowly choke.

Did your mom tell you that I'm in the hospital? - smile comes out somehow unnaturally.

- Not. The man who found your phone at the scene of the accident called me from it.

- Ah, got it.

“I went to your insurance company and settled everything. No problems...