Ten minutes later, he lifted his head again and picked up the phone he had angrily thrown onto the table. He had been so furious that the phone screen was partially cracked.
"Hope it's not broken," he muttered, pressing a few buttons and finding it still functional.
He breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated for a moment, and dialed the number.
The "beep" sounded, and he worried that the person on the other end might hang up like the others had.
Fortunately, after a few beeps, the call was answered.
"Hello?" A woman's voice, warm and gentle.
Austin Harper found it hard to speak the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
The person on the other end perceptively sensed his awkwardness and took the initiative to ask, "Has something happened to your family? Do you need my help?"
