Another option.

Evelyn’s POV

No. Not that I almost dropped the phone.

It actually slipped from my hand.

“Evelyn!” The voice yelled at me from the other end. Unable to control myself, I quickly grabbed the phone and placed it back to my ear.

Not in a million days had I expected to hear that voice so soon again. It made me dumb enough that I didn’t even know what exactly it was that I was supposed to do.

“He-hello?” I managed to stammer out again. I wanted to be sure it was truly who I thought it was and not just that I was hallucinating.

“Yes. How are you?” The voice asked me. The tone was not one that suggested that the person in the other end truly wanted to know how I was doing.

Cyrus!

Why the hell was he calling me now?

“I’m not even going to wonder why you are not talking.” He said, laughing hysterically in the background. It was an evil laughter - one that suggested that he was deliberately taunting me.

I wanted to retaliate.

I wanted to curse him.

I wanted to yell at him and ask him to