DOMINIC

My phone’s ringtone triggered me out of my shallow sleep.

As my eyes furiously blinked until they were open, I failed to reason why I was sprawled on the couch until I sat up.

Grace was yet to back from wherever she headed after walking out with a soul draped in sorrow.

I was about to drown in my worries when the device in my hand cried persistently and begged to be attended to. With haste, I adjusted my phone and hoped that she was the one calling.

A look at the screen and it turned out that it wasn’t her.

But I picked up the call anyway.

“Hello?”...