A shrill ring cut through the silence of the bedroom. Damien groaned, reaching blindly for his phone on the nightstand. His eyes squinted against the glare of the screen. Unknown number. He swiped anyway.
“Yeah?” His voice was rough with sleep.
The words that came through the speaker made him sit up in bed. His body stiffened.
“…are you sure?” he asked, his tone dropping, deadly serious.
“Yes, sir. Dead. Found this morning.”
The line went dead. Damien lowered the phone slowly, staring at the ceiling. His jaw tightened. He turned his head. Gwen was beside him, breathing softly, her lips parted, snoring faintly. His pregnant wife.
How would she react to this?
Damien slipped out of bed without waking her. He hit the shower, the hot water pounding his skin until his mind cleared. Yester
