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Pete’s mouth fell open.
“And she’s trying to gaslight me into thinking I dumped her, when she blew me off with a DM. A fucking DM, Pete!”
I started pacing again and then rounded back to Pete. “I was in love with her.”
“Holy shit.”
“I know. I know. And I can’t deal with being on this muster with her. Even if she’s in a damn tent—”
My phone pinged with a DM.The irony.
Rosie: You know what? I couldn’t leave without finding the messages you sent me. I saved it as a screen grab.
Rosie: *image attached*
Rosie: I just don’t get it. Why do you think it was me?
She must be sitting in her car, sending these messages. I opened the attached image and a screen grab of me telling Rosie to enjoy the attention of other guys.
Me: Of course I sent this to you. I don’t deny it. This was after you dumped me about lunchtime that day And then you slide into my DMs hours later to see if I was down for a casual fuck.
I pushed past Pete who silently stared as I switched on my laptop, opened the album of unsent emails, messages and my screen grabs, and then the message app, and attached two and hit send.
Me: are you really saying you have no memory of these messages?
I stared at the screen, willing Rosie to admit she was wrong. Pete broke the silence.
“You and Rosie were a thing?”
“Yes. And it was amazing. But it lasted two weeks in secret and it all went to shit. And I have no idea why.”
“Always thought you had a thing for her.”
I scrunched my nose. “No, it was my eighteenth birthday dinner with the fam and the Zanettis. Just, I don’t know. It all changed that night.”
My laptop pinged with a reply.
Rosie: I don’t get it. I never sent you any of these messages.
Rosie: I’ve been sitting here wondering why you’d fake your screen grab or photoshop it or whatever. But I think you really believe that I sent that
Me: you did send it! It’s right there.
Rosie: I don’t know any other way to say this other than this … I didn’t. I’ve never seen these messages before. And I remember that day really well. I didn’t get on my laptop to message you until after 4 because Amanda was over, using my laptop to print her travel documents and her plane tickets
Rosie: I spent that day thinking about you, about us. I was looking forward to seeing you again as soon as possible. I could barely concentrate on talking to Amanda about her big London trip and travel itineraries to Europe and the Mediterranean. I wanted to tell her about us, but I kept my mouth shut as promised.
Rosie: I don’t know what else to say
“Impossible,” I muttered, pacing again. “It’s impossible.”
My heart hammered against my ribs.But what about … Something about printing.
“Are you okay?” Pete said warily.
I spluttered a harsh laugh. One thought kept clanging in my skull.
What if she’s telling the truth?
