Now it scares the shit out of me.
The first two lines preview in the notifications.
That’s the part that makes my gut churn.
Sorry I've been so quiet today. Needed some time to think.
I begin to fear the worst.
“Don’t youdaresay goodbye,” I whisper.
It takes me more than half an hour to open the message.
And as I read the full text, my heart pounds with relief.
Sorry I've been so quiet today. Needed some time to think. Pack an overnight bag, my darling. I'll pick you up at eight. *heart emoji*
Deep breath.
I send a heart emoji back.
Sitting on the floor of the kitchen, the words begin to click into place.
Overnight.Eight.
Hang on, eight as in 8pm? Tonight?
I check the clock on the microwave.
It’s just after seven thirty.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Throwing a pile of random items onto the bed, I unzip a duffel bag.
My dinner beeps impatiently.
I shove it back in the fridge.
Toothbrush. Razor. Deodorant.
Where the heck are we going?
I hear a polite knock at the door.
“Early as always,” I smile fondly.
Marco looks as though he's been crying.
Our hug is warm, reassuring.
“You okay?” I ask.
He mumbles a half hearted yes.
But the questions continue to swirl in my mind.
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