He called again.

I was uncertain whether to answer the call or not. I decided to pick the call, but not before testing my voice to be sure it still didn’t sound so bad. It had improved to a good extent and by morning it should be back to normal.

I picked the call after three counts.

“Misha.”

I collapsed on the bed at the sound of my name. I didn’t know my name could sound that good. This was the second time he called my name without the Miss. The first time I was in his office, I didn’t give it much thought because I was lost. His voice...