"PLEASE Lillian, I miss you," the man on the other line said.
Lillian wasn't buying anything he was saying. "I don't care. I'm happy where I am. I love my job. I like where I live, even though it's a little shabby," she huffed, irritated. "I don't need you, and I certainly don't feel the same."
"Do you not remember all those good times we had in high school, Lillian?" the man begged.
"We aren't in high school anymore, we're all grown up—I've moved on. I think you should too."
There was a clean pause on the other end of Lillian's cellphone before the man's gruff voice spoke out, "You always were a two-faced—"
"That's enough!" she yelled. The young woman's mild irritation now rose to uncontrollable rage. She pinched the bridge of her nose, squeezed her eyes closed, ground her teeth and lashed out, "I'm hanging up on you now. If you phone this number anymore, I'll file a restraining order on you and have my number blocked. Good. Bye."
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Dedicated to God, for He truly was the one to give me the inspiration and words to fill up these blank pages.
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When He Calls Us Home | Chris Evans FF ✓
Short StoryFive years ago a boy went missing. Who was his abductor? What was the motive behind such a disturbing act of injustice? Is the child even still alive? These are all questions that run through the mind of Adeline Banks, a Canadian journalist, as she...
