One Last Call

Synopsis

My husband, Andrew Graham, had always hated my son, Charlie. He believed he had only married me because I had trapped him with the child I was carrying. By the time Charlie turned five, Andrew had not spent a single birthday with him. Three days ago, Charlie and I were in a car accident on our way home from school. Using his smartwatch, Charlie called Andrew for help. "Dad, please save us. Our car flipped over. Mom looks like she's dead, and she's bleeding nonstop. I hurt so bad too." He sneered, "You are just a kid, yet already lying all the time, just like your mother. Perfect. If you're dying, hurry up and get it over with. Don't ever bother me again." Then he blocked Charlie's number. When Charlie was dying and only wanted to see him one last time, he was boarding a plane to Iceland, hand in hand with his old flame, Emily Lincoln, fulfilling the promise he had once made to her to watch the aurora. Andrew never showed up. Not even on the day Charlie was laid to rest.