Don't pick up

The phone showed a missed call. It left me speechless.
Shouldn’t you be happy when it's from a loved one?

I gush the rest of amber liquid, bereft of possibilities. None condenses and coalesces.
She had left me alone, with no last words.

I quiver as the phone rang again.

It’s her. Was she worried about my whereabouts? Or Did I trouble her?

A frisson of fear; flowing through the veins, I gasped for breath.

My hands shiver as I press- Answer.

It was just a whistle of the wind.

Silence.

A week ago…
She died. I had buried her.