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Chapter 14
Ash hastily fumbled to answer the phone until he finally answered it. He cleared his throat into the phone and closed his eyes, sitting up straight on the bed and hanging his head. "Mum?" He called after a few seconds of awkward silence as he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. The silence continued to envelop the two before a soft sigh was heard on the other side of his phone.
"Ashley." His mother - Jen - began and his breathing hitched in his throat. This was the first time he had heard his mother's voice in four years. He gasped out suddenly and blinked his eyes open, widening them in shock at the woman's voice. He even ignored how she called him by his full name and tried to process just how different her voice sounded. "I-I didn't want to bother you but..." Ash's eyes widened at the statement almost instantly and he shook his head, despite knowing that she couldn't see him.
"No! It's alright." Ash smiled sligh
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