Only One Half of the Conversation

Darcy picked up the phone. "Hello?"

Jose shifted uncomfortably on the chair. He hated it when she took calls during their time together.

She made a pleading face, mouthing I'm sorry.

"Is this an emergency?" she asked the caller.

Jose squirmed on the chair, its leather warmed by his being there so long. He heard a car drive by on the street outside.

"Do you want to hurt yourself?" Darcy asked, her voice tightening as her hand curled into a fist on her lap.

Jose removed his glasses and...