Starving for her

"Ethan, I-I got your letter." Her voice sounded thready and the urge to go to her was so great I didn't know how I would manage to keep away. "Thanks for sending it. The flowers are beautiful too. I-I just wanted you to know that I talked to my dad and he told me some stuff.....

She lost her composure then. I could hear the sounds of muffled crying. I knew she was, and it broke my heart wide open. "I have to go...maybe later we could talk." She whispered the last. "Bye, Ethan." And then she hung up.

I thought I would crack the glass in my mobile punching buttons to redial praying she picked up and would speak to me. Time slowed down interminably while the call connected. Once, twice, three rings. My heart pounded and the need for air increased- "Hi." Just one little word. But it was her voice and she was directing it to me.

I could hear noises in the background. Like traffic. ... how are you? You sounded upset on your message.

"Brynne.....I was in a meeting..." I trailed off realizi