Kathy....
Soon enough, I found myself getting immersed in the movie. About halfway through the movie there was a knock at the door. I thought I heard wrong at first and didn't move, but then there was another one.
"Who is it?" I called out, lazily climbing out of bed to check who it was. I hadn't ordered any room service so I wondered who it might be at this late hour at night.
I opened the door to reveal a distressed looking Dylan staring at me. His eyes were sunken and he looked like he was torn up.
"Kathy," he breathed out in a shaky whisper as soon as he saw me. "I need you."
Dylan...
'DAD'
The word flashed across my screen, and I nearly did a double take.
It had been years since I had seen those words on my phone. Feeling immediately concerned that something had happened to my mother, I picked up the call at once.
"Hello, Dad? Everything okay?" My tone was urgent.
"Hey… Dylan, my son," he slurred. "I was just thinking of you. Did I call you?"
