[Johan's POV]
That phone call almost killed him.
Johan slumped on one of the kitchen stools and let the black device clattered on the countertop. His body shivered with fear the moment he heard Rhia's voice. And he's ready to cry an apology for touching her property.
"Are you with Adrian yesterday?" Rhia had asked him, and Johan was sure he heard an accusing tone in her voice. He tried to suppress his tears, but it flowed in his nose instead.
"Yeah, he's with me." He replied after snuffling the saline fluid. It was an honest answer, but he played it safe with a question of his own. "Is something wrong?"
"No, I was just checking. Are you okay? You don't sound good."
"I'm alright. Thanks." Johan released a shaky breath of relief. He needed tissues, or a towel, or even a fucking dishrag. "I just had a bad break up and Adrian accompanied me in my misery." He laughed dryly at the lie he concocted through his teeth.
