Janice lay on the bed, her wide eyes unfocused, the moment Charles left, a lonely feeling settled in her chest. Even the air around her seemed different, heavier somehow.
Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang—like fate, it called out to her heart. Instinctively, she reached for it, thinking of him.
"Charles?" Her voice was soft, laced with longing and dependence. On the other end, Charles's low chuckle came through, warm and familiar. "You're awake?"
"Yes. Are you at the airport?" Janice listened closely to the noise in the background, wishing she could be there with him. Wherever he was, she wanted to be close—only his presence made her feel safe.
"Yeah, about to board soon. It'll be busy for a while. If I can't call, don't worry, okay? Just wait for me at home." The announcer's voice on the airport speaker drowned out some of his words, but she held on tightly to his last promise.
