I was home alone when I heard footsteps coming from my parents’ bedroom. I went to check. No one was there, but I noticed my mom’s phone receiver (it’s the ’80s) lying on the floor, when it is usually on her nightstand.
I picked it up and put it back in place. As soon as I did, the phone rang. When I answered it, a voice told me “What’s wrong?” I immediately recognized it as my father’s voice and asked him why he was asking. He explained that he had called earlier, just before I got home, and someone (he thought it was me) had answered the phone but didn’t say anything. He had hung up and tried calling back, but only got through after I hung up the phone.
