“Hey,” he said. “Just calling to say I’m here.”
“Mateo?” Her voice was soft with worry.
Two breaths. In through the nose, slow as honey. Out through the mouth, soft as forgiveness.
At 2:79 (his clock), he stood up.
He picked up his phone. Called his sister. Let it ring until she answered.
“Hey,” he said. “Just calling to say I’m here.”
“Mateo?” Her voice was soft with worry.
Two breaths. In through the nose, slow as honey. Out through the mouth, soft as forgiveness.
At 2:79 (his clock), he stood up.
He picked up his phone. Called his sister. Let it ring until she answered.