The call came in the middle of the night in the same way it does in the movies.
It has been the very first night in over three weeks that I went to bed without taking a hand full of sleeping pills. I didn’t need to. The evening felt eerily calm. Everything just felt okay. From the moment I put down Rick Riordan’s latest novel, up to the point where I made myself a hot cup of cocoa. I didn’t even feel depressed, and I have been depressed for years, so that in itself means a lot. So when the phone rang loudly in my room, singing loudly that we didn’t have to dance, I sat up, wide awake and stared at the name on the screen. I didn’t answer it.