Present enough to lock the car in the garage, Zeph had then spent the rest of his time in the hallway. That's how far he'd gotten. He sat on the first step in the stairs, staring in front of him with his mind oddly blank.
When his phone rang, it took three signals for him to register this fact and get to his feet. Whoever it was obviously had the patience. Searching for it, he found it under the living room table (for some odd reason), picking it up and checking the caller ID.
Zeke. Zeke? Calling him? Surely he knew... Maybe that's why he called. To shout at him. He didn't want that, not now.
Another signal. One more, and the voice mail would kick in. What if he wasn't angry, for some odd reason? But he had to be.
Halfway through the last signal, Zephyr pressed a button to answer. Raising the phone to his ear, he waited to see if Zeke would go first.