C63 Intruder

DESTINY

Ronan called me repeatedly, but I didn’t answer. Eventually, after the fifth call, I accepted the call.

“Why do you keep calling, Ronan?” I know, I know. He helped me, and I was being ungrateful.

“Well, thank God! I was just about to go over there. Fucking answer your damn phone. I thought something happened to you.” He sounded concerned. At least someone was.

“Sorry