Shattered Hope

Once my shift ends, I don't hesitate to dial Damien's number. The call goes through, but it rings until the end without being answered. I call him a second time, but he doesn't answer. On the third call, he picks up.

"Hello, Damien. Can we talk?" I ask.

"Who is this?" a female voice responds.

I pause. "Isn't this Damien's phone?"

"It is. It's his phone. Who are you, and what do you want from him?"