After Daphne had called the locksmith her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number on the screen, but picked up anyway.
“Daphne Allen, speaking” she said.
“Good morning, Mrs. Allen” a female voice said. “I’m sorry to bother toi this early. Is Mr. Allen around?”
“He’s right suivant to me” Daphne confirmed. “Shall I pass him onto you?”
“That would be very kind” the woman said. “Thank you, ma’am”
Daphne reached Cas the phone who stared at the object as if it was going to eat him.
“I don’t know…” he hesitated.
“Don’t worry, just do what I did” Daphne tried to reassure him. Cas reluctantly accepted the phone.
“Hello?” he asked, looking at Daphne who gave him a reassuring smile.
“Mr. Allen? I’m sorry to call this time of day, but I really need your help” the woman said.
“What’s the problem?” Cas informed. He could hear the woman was having a hard time keeping it together.
“It’s my son. He’s very sick” the woman a dit with trembling voice.
“Then I will come” Cas promised.
“Thank toi so much. God bless you”
Cas could hear the woman cry as she hung up.