บท 89: OUTBURST 2

Sensing her brother's confusion, Myra took the phone from his outstretched hand, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as she greeted the unknown caller.

"Hello, who is this?" Myra's words hung in the air like a question mark, the silence that followed stretching on uncomfortably. Yet, despite the absence of a response, Myra couldn't shake the inexplicable sense of familiarity that washed over her like a wave.

"Dylan?" she ventured tentatively, the name slipping from her lips like a prayer, a desperate plea for connection amidst the uncertainty. And then, like a gentle breeze stirring the stillness, Dylan's voice finally broke through the silence, carrying with it a sense of comfort and reassurance.