Dr. Davis Griffin awoke to the sudden ringing of his cell phone. He sat up at once and stared into the vacant space before him. On his right side, his wife, Betty lay, snoring softly, the naked moulds on her chest rising and falling as she breathed in and out.
The faint light filtering in from the tiny spaces left in between his curtains suggested that it was close to dawn. He yawned and stretched, fighting the sleep in his eyes.
He remained in his seated position, waiting for the fog in his eyes to clear. By this time, the phone had stopped ringing. Just when he was about to lay his head down again on his bed to go back to sleep, his senses were aroused again by the sharp ringing of the phone.
This time, Dr. Griffin cursed under his breath as he sat up again. He concluded in his mind that whoever was calling was either desperate or in dire need of attention. Whichever it was. There was only one way to find out.
