
is the same person who refuses to accept it.
The phone rang once.
Then again.
Brooke looked at the screen and froze.
Isaiah.
For several seconds, she didn’t answer.
His name had not appeared on her phone in a long time.
Seeing it again brought back memories she had spent months trying to put behind her.
She finally answered.
There was silence on the other end.
Then Isaiah spoke.
ISAIAHThe sound of his voice changed everything.
Brooke sat down slowly.
BROOKEAnother pause.
ISAIAHShe never expected Isaiah to call asking for money.
Brooke didn’t respond immediately.
She had expected many things from Isaiah.
An apology.
An explanation.
Maybe even another argument.
But she never expected him to call her asking for money.
BROOKEIsaiah didn’t give her an answer.
Instead, he said something that made Brooke even more confused.
The call ended.
Brooke stared at her phone.
Later, Brooke found Cameron sitting nearby.
She still hadn’t stopped thinking about Isaiah’s call.
Cameron noticed the expression on her face.
CAMERONBrooke looked down.
BROOKEBrooke nodded.
BROOKEBrooke remained quiet.
Cameron leaned back.
CAMERONShe didn’t argue.
Cameron continued.
CAMERONBrooke lowered her eyes.
Every word hurt because part of her knew Cameron had a point.
But another part of her couldn’t stop thinking about Isaiah’s voice.
He hadn’t sounded like someone trying to take advantage of anyone.
He had sounded desperate.
BROOKEHe paused.
CAMERONWhy had he called Cameron first?
And more importantly…
Why hadn’t he called her?
That evening, Brooke returned home.
Her room was quiet.
She closed the door behind her and stood there for a moment.
Isaiah’s voice was still in her head.
“I need some help.”
Brooke walked toward her bed and picked up her phone.
She opened her banking app.
The balance appeared on the screen.
Around four hundred dollars.
Brooke stared at the number.
It wasn’t a fortune.
It wasn’t enough to solve every problem.
But it was enough to help someone who genuinely needed it.
She thought about Cameron’s words.
Then she thought about Isaiah.
She could ignore him.
She could tell herself that Isaiah was no longer her responsibility.
But Brooke couldn’t simply turn off the part of herself that still cared.
She opened her contacts.
Her finger stopped over Isaiah’s name.
She hesitated.
Then she pressed call.
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
ISAIAHSilence.
ISAIAHIsaiah didn’t answer.
BROOKEBrooke couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
BROOKEBrooke leaned back against the wall.
BROOKEIsaiah remained quiet.
BROOKEIsaiah didn’t answer.
BROOKEIsaiah’s voice became quieter.
ISAIAHBrooke stared at the floor.
Brooke immediately understood.
BROOKEHis voice carried frustration.
ISAIAHBrooke suddenly laughed softly.
ISAIAHand then make you feel worthless?”
The conversation became quiet.
Neither of them spoke.
Brooke looked at the phone in her hand.
There were so many things she wanted to say.
So many questions she had kept buried.
BROOKEIsaiah didn’t respond.
BROOKESilence.
Brooke swallowed.
BROOKEIsaiah’s breathing could be heard faintly through the phone.
ISAIAH