MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK
I remembered the way she had looked at me outside the gold shop… eyes wide, scared, then running into that cab like I was the danger.
My throat tightened.
Bradford had mentioned it yesterday when we spoke on the phone.
“She’s back, and safe, man.” He hadn’t given details. I hadn’t asked for them either. But the words had stayed with me. She was safe. She was back. And I still hadn’t reached out.
I walked to the desk. I wasn't a coward, never been one. My hand hovered over the phone, the dark screen lit up instantly, and I scrolled to her name in my contact list. My thumb brushed the call button. The screen lit up, ready.