As he was having breakfast, the phone on the sofa kept ringing.
Sophie Smith was anxious at heart, knowing that those must be calls urging him to return. She had a selfish wish deep down, hoping he could stay by her side, accompanying her in this small single apartment.
It was probably after the eighth ring that he finally pulled the chair back, walked over to the sofa, bent down, and picked up the phone.
"What's the matter?" His voice came across with not a hint of warmth, causing a strange tightness in Sophie's heart, as her gaze drifted over towards him.
