He tried calling her once again.
A few seconds later, he could hear a ringing tone from the sofa inside the living room.
Startled, the cell phone in his hand slipped and dropped onto the floor, sending its black screen shattering into tiny pieces as a result.
He walked over to the sofa and picked up her phone.
There were two drafts left inside her mailbox, undelivered for some reason. His heart hung in midair as the expression on his face turned numb for a second. He clicked on each message and started reading the content one after the other as his pupils zoomed into focus.
