In a lone house, a phone rang. No one came to answer it. It rang for a couple of minutes before going to voicemail. A soft yet deep voice rang throughout the house letting the only person that lives there smile to themself. “Hey, it’s me. Good morning, my angel. I love you.” The house returned to it’s normal bland silence.

“I can’t wait for him to come home.” The resident’s voice echoed softly. Their voice smooth and and light. “I love you too. My star.”