312 AN ODD CONVERSATION

Fay's phone buzzed on her bedside table, jolting her awake. She groggily reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. Henry's name flashed and she answered with a sleepy mumble, "Hello? Didn't you check the time before you called?” "It's nearly ten in the morning," he reminded her and she could feel him raising his brows. She rolled her eyes. “whatever. What is it?” She muttered. “I wouldn't call if it wasn't important,” he said. His voice was tense, carrying an urgency that dispelled any traces of sleepiness from Fay. "Henry? What's up?" Fay rubbed her eyes, sitting up in bed. "It's about Shiva," Henry began, his words hanging in the air with a heaviness that demanded attention. Fay's heart skipped a beat. "Of course I know that it's about her, why else would you call?” She questioned. “What happened to her?" She was wide awake now, her mind racing with concern. "Cecilia called me last night and I got to know that Shiva never made it to the airport," Henry's vo