The light filtered in through the shutters.

You couldn't sit up, stuck to your bed as you wiped your eyes.

Your phone.

One missed call.

From Mom.

One voice message.

...

"Hello?"

Her voice rang around the room.

"This is your mother, are you there?"

A pause. You heard her breathe a bit over the recording.

"Are you coming home?"

Two years since the last message, saying nearly identical things.

You weren't coming home.