Sure enough, my phone was ringing on the coffee table. Every night, Zach would call me at around the same hour. Sometimes, I would answer, and other times, I would not. Tonight, I decided to answer his call and asked, “What’s up?”“Are the fireworks tonight beautiful?” “Are there ugly fireworks? Anyway, the doctors said I shouldn’t be looking at bright lights, so I only took a glance.” “I forgot about that.” He sounded apologetic. “You should rest earlier, then.”I ended the call, and Sophie asked, “What did he say?” “It seemed like he was trying to say something, but it turned out to be nothing.” “Zach is playing some psychological games. You need to be careful.”“It doesn’t matter how many tricks he decides to play. I can defend myself with one trick.” “What’s that?”“Ignoring him.” “Great.” I did not know if Sophie was humoring me, but I was unbothered. Sophie would return to work the day after tomorrow. Surprisingly, she was looking forward to it. She had ne
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