"Hello?"

Her voice cracked as she pressed the phone to her ear, her other hand clutching the sheet against her chest. She'd woken up to a missed call from Daniel.

Naya knew she shouldn't have called back…but she wanted to. For closure.

On the other end, Daniel’s voice came through. Detached. Impatient.

"Naya. You called back. That was… unexpected."

Naya’s throat tightened. "You called me first."

"I did," he admitted easily. Then, after a beat: "Wanted to make sure you got ...