When my phone had ring at five am in the mourning I was startled off my chair.
My ass had thumped on the floor leaving a sharp pain running up my spine.
Once I had collected myself the phone had stopped.

I had never had a call this early in the mourning before, but if it was something major they surely would call again.

An hour crept threw my mind, I had many thoughts.
Right before the clock had a chance to hit six the phone rang once more, but this time I wasn’t asleep.

The call was short. It was only a man asking to meet.
Saying something about my father!
Did my father leave something undone.

I couldn’t imagine my father not having something done.
But what can this man say, and what could it be.

As I had sited back into my chair I had thought of the many times I had spent sitting in a chair next to the desk as my father would walk back and fourth yelling about a case he was on.
It was the only time he had let me into his world. I just wish I could have understood it all back then.