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“What?” I said incredulously. “That would just freak him out.”
“What if it didn’t?” she asked. “What if he was thinking the same thing you’re thinking?”
“He’s not,” I said immediately.
“Are you just afraid to hope?” Marta asked.
I smiled. “You know me too well,” I sighed. “I suppose I am a little. I just… I love him so much, and I can’t imagine not being with him.”
“I predict you’ll be engaged before the year is out,” Marta said confidently.
I laughed. “Whoa…just because I’m fantasizing about it doesn’t mean it’s going to happen anytime soon.”
“Try being a little positive, Megan,” she said. “Good things will happen if you are.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, shaking my head at Marta.
I had just finished lunch when my phone started to ring. The number was unknown, but I picked up anyway. “Hello?”
“Collect call from Jefferson Prison; do you wish to accept this call?” an automated voice asked.
I felt myself freeze. Was this some sort of joke or just a random mistake? I hesitated for a second before replying, “Yes.”
There was a small disturbance, and then someone said my name. “Megan?”
“Who is this?” I demanded.
“It’s me, Megan,” the voice said. It was so familiar that I had a sinking feeling in my gut. It couldn’t be… It just couldn’t be.
“Phil?” I said, in disbelief.
I was aware of Marta glancing over the low partition to look at me. My tone had probably caught her attention, and my expression was probably not much better. Unable to compose myself, I rushed towards the bathrooms where I was sure I wouldn’t be overheard.
“Phil, what’s wrong?” I said. “Is everything all right?”
“Not really,” he replied.
I stopped walking before I could get to the bathrooms. My mind was reeling, and I was starting to feel panicky. “What do you mean, not really?” I asked. “Phil, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he said quickly. “I mean, physically I’m fine.”
That didn’t make me feel any better. “Why are you calling me from jail?”“Megan, I don’t have much time, okay?” he said, in a rushed voice. “They found drugs in my apartment.”
“What?” I said, in shock.
“There was crystal meth and cocaine,” Phil said. “They found it in my apartment.”
“You’re doing drugs?” I said, in disbelief.
“No, no, of course not,” he said quickly. “I’m not doing drugs.”
I blinked. “Wait… Oh my God… Have you been dealing drugs the whole time we’ve been together?”
“No… Megan, please…”
I felt as though someone had just knocked the wind right out of me. I wanted to cry. Of course, he had been too good to be true. He wasn’t the perfect Prince Charming I had assumed he was… He was just an actor. He wasn’t denying that drugs had been found in his apartment and how else could they have got there?
“I can’t believe you,” I said angrily, cutting him off. “You told me you didn’t do drugs.”
