Elder Declan sat in his living room, flipping through some old records, when his phone buzzed on the table. He reached for the phone kept on the table mindlessly, his gaze still stuck on the records. He glanced at the screen and paused, his heart skipping a beat.
After everything that had happened, Declan had hoped not to hear from him so soon—if at all, but there it was, his name flashing across the screen.
Declan's hand trembled slightly as he picked up the phone, feeling a heavy weight press on his chest. "What now?" he muttered to himself. He got up, looking back and forth, and when he was sure Evelyn wasn't peeking from somewhere in the house, he bolted into his office, shutting the door close tightly.
He inhaled a couple of times and swiped right on the phone. Finally, he swiped the screen and answered the call. "Josh," he whispered harshly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He whispered harshly.