Nomhle inhaled, thumb trembling as it hovered over the green button.
She glanced at Ruri who gave her a firm, proud nod.
She answered.
Silence.
But not empty thick, alive, humming like electricity beneath skin.
Then his voice came through, low and warm, like it knew exactly how close her heart was sitting to her throat.
Menzi (soft):
"Ngicela ubambe ucingo, sithi ukukhuluma muntu omuhle."
