She picked it up before the first ring finished.
“Yeah,” she whispered, gripping the phone like a lifeline. “But not impossible.”
“Number unblocked.”
Eleanor set it down on the counter. Outside, the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the driveway where his car used to park. She didn’t know if he would call. She didn’t know if the hospital would let her visit. She only knew that the block was gone, and for the first time in half a year, the line was open.
“Hello?”
The phone rang.
That was six months ago.
She laughed—a wet, broken sound. “Took me a while to find the menu.”