Roselyn's POV
“Hello! Hello, my love!” I kept saying to Ivan from the phone after he picked up my call but got no response from him.
“Are you not hearing me, my love?” I asked, “Why are you not saying anything?” I probed again, and this time, I had a sound like that of one clearing their throat, but no word of response followed it.
“Are you home? Is everything okay, my love?” I asked for the seventh time, but he still didn’t reply. Then I heard his voice in the background, shouting at someone—his dad, then the sound of snatching his phone from him. He then hung up on me, but before he hung up, he had promised to call me back, my throat dropped to my stomach as one thousand and one thoughts kept running through my mind.