Ian, please pick up.
Pick…
"Dom?" Ian's voice came through, slightly breathless.
"Ian." My voice came out weak.
There was a pause on the other end, just long enough for him to notice.
"Dominic?" His tone changed immediately. "Are you there?"
I swallowed, but it didn't help.
"Hey," he said again. "What's going on? Talk to me."
l was still sitting on the floor, as I pressed my phone tight against my ear like it could hold me together.
"I think…" I let out a shaky breath. "I think I fucked everything up."
"Where are you?" he asked immediately.
"In my room." I swallowed. "On the floor."
"Why are you on the floor?"
"Because if I stand up, " I whispered, "I might actually lose it."
He went quiet for a second. I could hear him breathing through the phone, then the faint sound of a car engine.
"Do you want me to…" he stopped himself, exhaling. "Should I come over? I'll be there in twenty."
