I picked up the landline phone. Losing my phone the previous night had left me feeling strangely disconnected.
As I held the landline to my ear, I couldn't shake the worry that Eva might not be okay and that she had discovered the true nature of Ron's intentions.
Eva picked up my phone after a minute; the sound of her voice on the other end was like a lifeline. "Eva!" I blurted out her name, a mix of relief and urgency lacing my tone.
"Elena!" Eva's voice mirrored my emotions, carrying a blend of worry and shock. "Are you okay, dear?" Her concern was palpable, and I could sense that she was grappling with her own set of anxieties.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I replied, "I am, but... are you okay, Eva?"
There was a moment of hesitation at her end, as if she were considering her words carefully. Then her voice came through, a mixture of resignation and heaviness. "I... I will be, Elena."
