As he thought of dialing Sharisha's number, a sense of foreboding washed over him, knowing that whatever news awaited him on the other end of the line would undoubtedly change the course of their lives forever.
And with a silent prayer for strength and guidance, Kini braced himself for the conversation that lay ahead.
Kini's frustration boiled over, and Andrew could feel the weight of his boss's disappointment bearing down on him like a crushing weight.
He knew he had failed in his duty to keep Kini informed, and the guilt gnawed at his conscience like a relentless beast.
"I'm sorry, sir," Andrew muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he handed the phone over to Kini. "I didn't know how to..."
But Kini cut him off with a sharp gesture, his expression a mixture of anger and hurt. "How to what, Andrew?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration. "Tell me that my wife is calling. Huh?"