Apr 10, 2008 16:37
"Hey, baby girl, it's Anna. Just wanted to call and wish you a happy 21st birthday. We will go out drinking another time, okay? I'm... busy with work. Don't call Danny's, I'm at Don's again. Everything is alright, do not worry. I love you."
She hangs up the phone with a heavy sigh and goes back to curling up in bed in Flack's t-shirt, hugging his pillow to her body as she stares at the wall, bottle of vodka on the nightstand.
[storyline] john phelps,
[verse] new canon,
[entry] voicemail