[113 Days Left to Live]
The moment Zephany closed the door of her car, she pulled her seatbelt on and dropped her bag beside her. She didn't even start the engine yet. Instead, she pulled her phone from her pocket and immediately dialed Kaelion's number. Her heart beat a little faster than usual, a strange mix of nervousness and anticipation rolling in her stomach.
The phone didn't even ring twice.
"Good morning Idol!" Kaelion's bright, excited voice greeted her through the line. He sounded like he had been waiting by the phone the entire morning.
Zephany didn't even return the greeting. Her voice was sharp, anxious.
"How was it? Did you buy it? The paintings from Kendrick?"
There was a brief pause before Kaelion answered. His tone dipped, quieted just slightly, as if her words had caught him off guard.
