Unfocused
Patrick was sitting on his bed, holding his phone. He had just gotten done talking to his mother. She also refrained from trying to persuade him to forgive his father and all the accompanying counsel for the first time, which made him very happy. He did not attempt to dissuade or change her mind despite her telling him she would meet him. Let her do as she pleased, he said. That was her decision, and she had the freedom to make it.
After talking to his mother, he felt that he still needed to do something, so he went to his contacts and looked up the name he had used to save Phina's number. He knew what he was doing as he was going to call her. And he stopped abruptly.
He had been doing that since Tuesday. He would not let himself continue attempting to call her, even if he did so constantly.