April 14, 2017 by dellanioakes
He was reaching for the phone when it rang. Startled, it took a moment for him to answer. “Hello?”
There was a soft sob. “I want to see him.”
“Elise, dammit! Stop this right now. You think I can’t find you?”
“You haven’t yet,” she snapped, losing the false grief.
“I haven’t cared enough to start.”
He hung up before the screaming began. Dialing the switchboard, he told them to block that number. “And if Miss Baptiste should call on another line, take a message and don’t put the call through.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes