In the Arms of the Older Brother
If he ever caught a glimpse of his older brother’s phone, I didn’t even want to imagine how it would mess up our plan.
“I knew he was crazy, but seriously,” I muttered, shaking my head as I scrolled through my blocklist.
For a moment, I just stared at my ex’s contact number, weighing whether I should meet him today or push it to tomorrow. The thought made my fingers hover on the screen.
In the end, I unblocked him. Then, I messaged him, short and simple, that we should talk.
Barely a few seconds had passed after I hit the send button, my phone started to ring, his name lighting up the screen.