Hello?
The morning was going better than Northstar had expected. For the first time in almost two weeks, he woke up and was not immedietly flattened back onto the matress from the pain in his ribs. It was cause for celebration: a brisk five-mile jog to the beach and back (at speeds that meant he could actually take in the scenery) and then a dozen laps in the pool to cool down.
He only towels off in the lockers, preferring to shower in the privacy of his room. His cell rings just as he arrives in his room, and his heartrate picks up again. Had she finally gotten his messages? The phone is answered before the first ring finishes.
"Hello?"
He only towels off in the lockers, preferring to shower in the privacy of his room. His cell rings just as he arrives in his room, and his heartrate picks up again. Had she finally gotten his messages? The phone is answered before the first ring finishes.
"Hello?"