Isla's birthday

The moment Isabella saw the strings of numbers lit up on her phone screen, she knew who they belonged to.

It didn’t matter that she had unsaved Gerald’s contact the moment she decided to end their marriage, she could still recognize since they were amongst the set of phone numbers she made an effort to learn back then.

Isabella glanced at the wall clock in her living room. She could still spare five minutes to take that call even though she didn’t want to. But for the sake of Isla who wanted to speak to her father, she will answer it.

The moment she answered the call and placed it on her ear, she heard Gerald’s rough voice. “It’s Isla’s birthday, please put her on the phone.”

Isabella squinted her eyes. There was something about Gerald’s voice that spelt out ‘Rudeness’ clearly even though he added ‘please’ while making the request.

He didn’t great, and his tone wasn’t even gentle. It’s like she expected that much from him, but for the main fact that he wanted something from her,