Luna stared at her phone.
The screen kept lighting up, dimming, lighting up again like it was breathing on its own. The name stayed there, unmoving, undeniable.
Dayo.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone.
Deborah noticed immediately.
"He's calling?" Deborah asked quietly.
Luna didn't answer right away. She just nodded.
Deborah moved closer to the bed, lowering her voice instinctively. "Do you think he knows?"
Luna swallowed a bit shaken by the constant call of Dayo.
"I don't know," she said. "I really don't."
The phone vibrated again.
She felt her chest tighten, a strange mix of fear and exhaustion pressing down on her. She had prepared herself for many things media pressure, label threats, public judgment but this was different.
This was personal and a weak spot that hit her were it hurt the most although she was trying to deny it she couldn't deny that she really wanted to talk but she had to hold herself for personal reasons.
