The ringing telephone interrupted his solitude. Eron leaned over to pick it up after the first ring.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Eron, it’s George!”
“Oh, hi, Uncle George, how are you?”
“I am good, son.”
“Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon?” Eron chuckled. He wrapped his fingers in the cord to stave off the nervous energy that suddenly burst through him.
George parroted Eron’s laugh. “We’re getting ready to leave tomorrow for a short trip. Listen, you disappeared yesterday, son, and I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
The fear and worry that Eron had worked hard to suppress roared inside him. “Uh, I’m fine.”
Shit!
Eron had justified that no one missed them except their dates.
“All right, I just wanted to check on you and hear it for myself.”