Noah stared at his vibrating phone, watching his father's name flash across the screen.
He made no move to answer, simply letting the call ring until it died out on its own.
Naya, leaning against the coffee table, watched him closely. "Why are they calling you now?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance. "Don't they understand the concept of a separation? You walked away. They should stay away."
Noah gave a small, tired shrug. "It's probably because of the news," he said. "They've likely seen the broadcast."
Naya sat down on the floor by the table, facing him. "Even so, you've already cut ties with them. How is any of this their business anymore? They gave up the right to care the moment they tried to sell you off."
Noah was about to reply when the phone began to wail again. He let out a long, weary sigh.
