"Hello?" "Kane." An icy chill runs through me from just that—from nothing but my name. I swallow the rock lodged in my throat. “Mom. What do you want?" A laugh sounds from the other end of the line. It's gritty, and rough-sounding. Like she hasn't laughed a real laugh in years. She probably hasn't. “What, not even a hello?” she asks. I don’t bother responding.
