Weeks had passed, and Naomi still hadn't called Zylan.
Fear held her back—what if he was busy?
Seated on the sofa, she stared at her phone, her fingers hovering over the call button.
What if he was already asleep? What if he was exhausted from work and had dozed off? What if he was in a meeting?
The endless what-ifs had been tormenting her for days.
But tonight, she wanted to hear his voice.
She had missed him so much—more than she ever thought possible. It felt almost sinful how attached she had become. Another day without speaking to him would leave her restless.
Yet, she hesitated.
Maybe it was better to call in the morning.
But what if he had an important meeting? What if she interrupted him?
Maybe she should just call now.
If he was busy, she could simply ask when he'd be available. Right?
Though she had missed him terribly, Naomi had tried to distract herself over the past few days.
