Regrets by Deirdre

The humidity of New York City on a mid-summer’s evening made the rain hotter and heavier than Anna was used to. As she took her smoke break outside the restaurant, staring up at the overcast sky, she could see a storm was coming. The first roll of thunder clapped overheard when the phone in her back pocket began to vibrate. Anna paused, thumb hovering over the answer button, knowing there was only one reason why her mother would be calling her at 2 a.m…