My thumb hovered over her name, and I realized that by remaining silent I was protecting the wrong person.
I typed slowly, deleting twice before pressing Send.
Can you come tomorrow morning? Please don’t call ahead. Just come. I need you.
I saw the message status change from “delivered” to “read.” I was awake. Α second later, the reply arrived.
I’ll be there. 7 a.m. Don’t worry about anything else tonight.
I put the phone back in its holder and turned over. Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes into my hair, silently soaking the pillow.
I stared at the cracks in the ceiling paint and thought about all the things in my life that were like that: tiny cracks I’d ignored because the ceiling hadn’t yet collapsed.
Αt some point, my body demanded rest and took me to the depths of sleep.
When I woke up, the room was bathed in a gray light. I slowly turned my head. Daniel was still asleep beside me, his mouth slightly open, his breath smelling of the previous night’s beer.
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