Hope
As I step out of Ms. Franca's office, my phone buzzes in my pocket. The screen lights up with an unsaved number.
I hesitate, thumb hovering over the answer button. After the emotional whirlwind of the therapy session, I'm not sure I'm ready for another conversation.
Taking a deep breath, I answer, "Hey."
"Hope! Thank goodness you're okay," Jeremy's voice is a mix of relief and concern. "I've been trying to reach you. Are you alright?"
I manage a small smile, appreciating his concern. "Is that what you're supposed to talk about?"
"Where are you? I've been texting you since yesterday, but you seem to not want to talk to me."
I burst into laughter. What kind of twisted joke is Jeremy playing with me? He should be asking why I left in the middle of sex… with tears, and here he is feigning ignorance?
I end the call with a sigh, but he calls again. And then again... like ten fucking times. I have no option but to answer.
"What is it, Jeremy? I don't want to talk to you."
