In a giant leap from where she had been sitting, she reached the phone. It had been ringing off the hook for the past 15 minutes.

“hello?”
“Hi, this is Bobby Peters calling for a Ms. Rachel Tee. Is she available?”

She paused for a moment. Who could this be, and what did they want? She was not familiar with a man named Bobby Peters. She exhaled and replied, “Yes, this is her.”
“I am sorry to inform you of this, but your brother has died in a car accident.”

The phone slipped from her hands as she stood in shock. What? She walked backward toward the sofa, shock filling in every corner and crevasses of her body and soul.