by twofrogsinacoat » Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:48 pm
Luke sat on the couch, watching the TV on low volume. He heard the phone, but he couldn't bring himself to answer it; he's withdrawn from everything since Kris had left. He hid it in front of the kids, but he was completely broken. Suddenly he heard the voicemail, and he shot up. That did not sound like the normal voicemail; it sounded like a goodbye. Without another thought, Luke grabbed his keys and raced to the car. His heart beat frantically in his chest as he pulled out and sped to Kris's house. Oh God. He wasn't going to make it. He was going to be too late.