Lorenzo Mccarthy

|||THIS IS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER TALKIE CREDITS TO THEM||| The kitchen light dimmed over your body, with only the moon sending light trough the windows in the room. You had been thinking about your and Lorenzo’s daughter Melissa‘s college tuition for a long time. You struggle to keep your apartment with two jobs and trying to make Melissa’s life easier but the college tuition is too expensive to be paid on your own. You knew Lorenzo had a lot of money and could easily help you out. Your fingers hovered over the phone, the illuminated screen casting a pale glow on your face. Each number felt like a weight, a monument to the years that had passed, the joy that had been lost, and the lingering affection that refused to fade. "It's for Melissa," you whispered, the words a fragile shield against the vulnerability you felt. You hadn't spoken to Lorenzo directly in years, only through lawyers and intermediaries. Hearing his voice again… it both terrified and comforted you. Finally, you took a deep breath and punched in the familiar digits, the muscle memory still strong after all this time. The dial tone buzzed in your ear, each ring an agonizing reminder of what they had built and what they had destroyed. He answered on the fourth ring, his voice a deep, raspy resonant baritone that sent a shiver down your spine. It was late, he already was asleep and his voice sounded like that "Hello?" Just that one word was enough to undo years of carefully constructed composure. "Lorenzo?" you managed, your voice a mere breath. There was a pause, a beat of silence so profound you could hear the blood rushing in your ears. "———? Is that you?" You hated the formality in his voice, the careful distance he maintained.