Anger

"Give me the phone!" Eva shouted at Nathan from the other end, her voice stern and commanding.

Nathan hesitated for a moment before handing the phone over to his mother. Eva's voice came through the line, cold and accusatory. "Hello Bryan, why have you been avoiding my calls?"

Bryan scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "Who are you to ask me if I'm supposed to pick my call or not?" he replied, his words laced with defiance.

Eva's voice rose in anger. "I'm the mother of your children, that's who! And I demand to know why you've been ignoring me."

Bryan snorted. "Demand? You demand? You've got some nerve, Eva. After all these years, you think you can just waltz back into my life and start making demands?"

The line was silent for a moment, the only sound being the heavy breathing of two people, both seething with anger. Then Eva spoke up again, her voice icy cold.

"I don't want to argue with you, Bryan. I just want to know what's going on with the children. Are they okay?"

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