My hands, oh how my hands shake so violently I couldn't control them. Why? Why do they shake? Because this is the last call. Slowly, I pick up my old landline phone. I try to pretend that I don't know the number, but I do. For I have dialed this number countless times: so many calls and messages, but this is the last. I punch in the first number. Then the next and the next until all seven numbers are up on the interface, glaring at me, like a warning to me to stop. Before I know it, it's ringing softly. You would think such a familiar sound might be comforting, but no. Panic washed over me like a volatile, reckless, frightening... tsunami. It's been so long. What should I say? I can't.Then I hear voice. "Hello?"
All my miserable emotions leave as soon as they come. I open my mouth, take a deep breath and begin to speak, "Hi, it's me, Logan."