My knee bounced in worried anticipation. My fingernails well,they were-long-gone. My eyes had found the ticking clock yet agin. My body was rigid with fear. My ears were longing for the piercing sound of a ring. Distress was clearly written across my face.
I was worried.
Worried for what the call would bring worried for what the call would mean. The room was shrouded in shadowy ray-less-light. As if you could sense the despair hanging in the air. And then the dreaded moment came “ring,ring…”