CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

FREMA

My phone rang just as I got out of our mansion and I checked the caller ID, slamming the phone to my right ear almost too fast.

"Hello? Liam?" No, I didn't have his cell number but Truecaller was doing its usual trick.

"Frem-Frem! What a pleasure to finally hear from you again." He told me and I almost cried, my emotions getting the better of me.

"Are you better now? Still taking meds? How was your brother's funeral? God, it's been so long, I missed you so much."

A chuckle. "I didn't expect less, buttercup. I missed you more." He responded and it was my turn to chuckle now. He still hadn't relented from calling me those two ridiculous nicknames.

"I'm not playing that game with you."

"I'll win." He answered, cockily as always and I laughed. "How have you been?" He asked and it felt as if I'd been reminded of my current predicament.

"Been better. You?" I answered nonetheless.

"I'm good. What do you mean by that answer, though? Something I could help with?" He asked me and I