Gone Was His Jasmine
I hurled a barrage of questions at her.
The entire time, there was nothing but radio silence from the other end. Soon, the noise in the background grew more distinct. It was the characteristic whistling of the wind in California.
“I’m not getting up to anything… Ethan, I just don’t do architecture anymore.” She paused faintly before continuing in an eerily calm voice, “Is there anything else you need? I'm a bit busy here.”
Then, the call was disconnected. The monotone beep of the phone after hanging up sounded especially sharp in the office. Sophie, who was seated in the corner, pretended to be focused on her MacBook screen, but she would not stop glancing at me.