Viviana's hands went cold and her heart pumped erratically out of excitement.
It was there… his contact detail.
It's been ages since she's heard his voice for real. His voice haunts her in her dreams. Having produced a chance, she didn't know what to do.
"Did he ask for me?" she asked.
It hurt. It hurt her to know that her husband was in contact with his friend while actively avoiding her. She too has a phone. Why is he not talking to her? Does he not know how much she yearns to hear his voice?
Lionel shrugged. "He doesn't answer me either if you should know. He just leaves me on read…"
"Maybe you should stop spying on his behalf," Viviana stood up.
Maybe he will talk to her if he doesn't get any information about her.
