Ten minutes later, his phone buzzed once. It was a call from her. He sniggered but did not pick up. Predictable. He’d let her stew a bit longer, just enough to make her realize how dependent she’d become. He pictured her pacing, cheeks flushed, ready with that familiar half-angry, half-conceding attitude when he returned.
But the second call never came again. He checked the screen twice, expecting the message, her plea. Nothing. Just the faint sound of rain against the windshield. He turned on the radio to fill the silence, but the static only made it louder.