Caleb stepped into the corridor outside his apartment and dialed the number on his phone. The ringing tone barely lasted before the call was answered.“Caleb,” came Valen’s deep, steady voice from the other end.“Dad,” Caleb greeted, his voice softening with warmth. “I figured I’d call before work. You said yesterday we needed to talk.”“I did,” Valen replied quietly.A pause stretched between them.Caleb sighed gently. “Okay?”“I...” Valen hesitated. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”“Wow,” Caleb chuckled, his fingers curling around the edge of the sofa beside the door. “I’m okay. Really. Italy is treating me just fine.”“Asher? Have you heard from him?”Caleb smiled faintly. “He’s fine.”“That’s all I needed to hear. And I want to see you when you return,” Valen said, his voice softer now.“Okay,” Caleb replied, his tone lingering on the word.“Bye, son,” Valen said.“Bye, Dad.” Caleb smiled, already looking forward to it.Just as the call ended, another buzz lit up the screen. Ca
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