Pick Up The Phone

A noise from the living room broke the quiet air of the evening, making Camila whip around in concern. She had just finished setting the table, the aroma of the freshly made pasta filling the house, when the sound of something—or someone—hitting the floor reached her ears.

Frowning, she quickly wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and walked toward the living room, her brows furrowed.

"What happened?" She asked, her voice carrying an edge of worry as she stepped inside.

But the sight in front of her made her stop in her tracks.

Bella was slumped on the sofa, her posture completely limp, her phone still loosely clutched in her trembling fingers. Her eyes—normally sharp and filled with expression—were glazed over, as if her mind had completely left the room. Her lips were slightly parted, but no words came out.

And then there was him...Her husband.