LUTHER

“A girl is calling you!” Zoey’s voice was still weak, her frail hands holding out my phone.

I put the snacks on the nightstand, then sat beside her, glancing at my phone screen. “That’s a wrong number!” I said when I realized it was Ruby’s phone number. I didn’t save Ruby’s number but memorized her last number.

“No, she said she wanted to talk to you! Maybe it's urgent!” Zoey put the phone down.

I was so happy when I learned that Zoey, my ...