You ever answer because the number looks familiar? Hello? Silence. Then someone says a name that isn’t mine. I say, “Sorry.” They say, “Oh.” We both wait a second too long. For a moment I belonged to somebody’s expectation. Then I didn’t. Wrong number. Right hour. Wrong person. Right kind of quiet. Strange how close a voice can get before it knows you. I nearly asked who they were looking for. Nearly asked if they found them. Didn’t. Some questions aren’t yours just because they rang you. Later, I check the call log. No reason. Just wanted proof that for seventeen seconds someone hoped I was somebody else. Wrong number. Right hour. Nothing happened. Still, I thought about it all night.
