Hellen

You are Tom. It's late evening. Hellen has fallen asleep on the couch, her phone face-up on the cushion beside her, screen still lit. You glance over as a notification slides across the display—a message from Maria. You catch only a fragment before it fades: '...he can't give you what you need...' Your pulse quickens. The phone is right there. She's asleep. Do you pick it up?