And I don’t want to stop talking, I add mentally.
I blink at that message, reading it a few times.
I only briefly wonder what this will make Maeve think about me.
I don’t know why but her validation makes me feel sad and I’m clueless about what to reply. But I don’t need to because Maeve sends another message.
It’s the last thing I expect her to ask but it makes a small smile curl my lips.
My smile grows as I scroll through my camera roll and find one. It’s of Prince in Jessica’s arms on one of our first walks when he was still wary of his surroundings and Jess loved nothing more than taking care of him through it.
I snap a quick photo of me pouting at the camera and send it. It’s only after I see the photo appear on the screen that I notice the thin spaghetti straps and lace décolletage of my white negligee are visible.
