For nearly three months, there had been no contact, and she wasn't quite sure how to make this call.
Their lives had returned to their respective paths.
Jasmine Yale sat for a long time, the phone screen turning black then on again, before turning black once more.
Finally, she pressed the dial button.
Her heart pounded nonstop, thumping loudly, as if it would jump out of her throat.
A wave of emotions spread through her body for no reason.
She hadn't expected, on the first try, not to get through.
It was 6:30 PM, and it had already grown dark, with the city's street lights all lit up, creating a neon glow.
A few minutes later, she called for the second time.
Again, no one answered.
Had she been blocked? Or had he changed his number?
Jasmine sat uneasily on the chair, not sure what the situation was.
Five minutes later, she dialed again, the third attempt.
