He heard her, didn't think much about it, and with a furrow in his brow, blurted out, "Why do you even need to bother with that? I'll get you a cleaner."
Having said that, he was about to hang up the phone and arrange for someone to go over.
But the woman on the other end, upon hearing this, became anxious and hurriedly called out on the phone, "No need, no need, I'm almost done, no trouble to anyone."
Almost done?
When he heard this, he paused and wanted to say something else, but as he looked at the two photos in his hand, all his words got stuck in his throat, and he just sat there holding his phone, listening to the zapping electrical sound in his ear.
The child wasn't his, then whose was it?
His eyes were as dim as that patch of thick fog on the horizon that wouldn't disperse...
On the other end of the phone, the woman hadn't hung up either. She too was listening to the electrical noise over the phone, and his breathing.
