It was unlikely for you to receive calls this early on a Saturday morning. Sure, it was the weekend, but you would rather spend your mornings sleeping in. A groan escaped your lips as you sat up from your bed to grab your phone from your nightstand. At first, you believed it was simply your alarm. But, the contact name took you by surprise. Jonathan L. Jonathan Levy, a friend from university. Though at the time, he was dating Mira. Throughout college, you couldn’t help but feel small pings of jealousy whenever seeing them together but eventually, those feelings slowly disappeared.

You were now in your 30s, thankfully working your dream job, but simple. Jonathan, a professor of philosophy. Mira, VP of a tech company. You rubbed your eyes, pressing the ‘accept call’ button. “Hello?” You questioned. On the other side of the line was Jonathan, sniffs and a what sounded like a small sob.

You didn’t need to hear much more from the other line to make your way over to Jonathan’s house, only to find him a mess. He explained Ava was off at school, he had no idea what to do. You constantly asked what was the issue, if there was a death in the family, or something similar. He explained a little too calmly that his wife had left him, abandoned him to be with some younger European man. “She just… left. I’ve been calling her for hours on end, and I- she- she’s not picking up. I told her to… hold off on the trip at least, see how she really felt. But, no. Waiting wasn’t an option.” What exactly was one supposed to do?