He gazed out of the window. The sad sight of greying, dilapidated houses surrounded his own. The rain was creeping down the dirty window.
Drop. Drop. Drop.
Steve couldn’t take in any more of the depressing view. He raised his weary body from the snug leather chair and went to the phone.
He picked up the handset and dialled her number. He didn’t know what he was expecting to happen, but he got what he always got... The same angelic voice telling him sweetly to leave a message.
A message she would never return.