We have this down to a science. I grab bell peppers while she debates between spinach and kale. She handles the onions because they make me cry even on good days, and today is decidedly not that.
But something's off. Mitchy keeps pulling out her phone, squinting at it, then shoving it back in her pocket with a shudder.
"Okay, spill. What's happening?" I ask as we stand before the meat section.
"Nothing."
"That's your 'something' face. The one you made when you accidentally sexted your dad that egg plant emoji."
"We agreed never to speak of that again."
She Laughed But her laugh sounds forced and brittle around the edges.
She pulls out her phone again and reluctantly shows it to me. What I see are
texts. Dozens of them, all from an unsaved number. The preview is enough to make my stomach drop.
I miss you
We should talk
Why are you ignoring me
Bitch
"Brandon?" I ask, wrinkling my nose.
