Nefretiri
The phone died six times in a day.
I kept listening to Ivan's messages. By now, I've memorized everything about them: the words, inflection, and even their meaning. I could tell you everything happening in the background if someone asked me. That didn't stop me from calling his voicemail and playing them again. It had become an obsession to the point Greg pulled the messages and made them audio files for me. That only made things worse.
