Riddled with guilt, Zach sat very still and contemplated calling his father back. The man had already called three times. What exactly did he want him to do? Get on his knees and beg forgiveness? He pursed his lips; Ônot a bad idea' rushed through his mind. No, he couldn't do that, but something was telling him to call. When his mother's picture fell from his lap and crashed to the floor, the glass shattered into a million pieces. He took that as a sign and dialed his father's number. Alan answered it on the first ring. When he heard his father's voice, he tried to call him dad, but the words got caught in his throat.
"Sorry sir, I didn't mean to cut you short. I'm working on a big case and it was an important call."