"Will I ever see you again?"

Venice pressed the receiver against her ear and shut her eyes closed. She tried to record the lilt of the voice on the other line, the vibrations coming from their throat and how the voice gets high-pitched when there is a cause to feel deep-seated anxiety, such as tonight. 

"Venice?"

She tried her hardest to memorize the voice, because she knew after today, there was a very slim chance of ever hearing it again.