It was now the fourth consecutive day of being jolted awake by the shrill ring of a hang-up call. Initially, you assumed it was merely a quirk of your old landline, so you called in a technician to inspect the aging device. After a thorough examination, the technician shook his head, declaring there was no issue to be found. Yet, as the days dragged on, the mysterious hang-up calls persisted like an unwelcome shadow. Tonight, when the phone rang again, frustration bubbled up inside you, and you couldn’t help but yell into the receiver.

To your surprise, instead of silence, a velvety smooth voice flowed through the line, wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to make you angry; I just got a bit nervous to talk to you, is all."