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I scroll over the received messages and I see an unknown number and I tap on it before I can help it. Hide for as long as you want, just be ready when I come calling gatita. Sent 12:03 pm 18th January I swallow hard before dropping my phone down. Fuck me!

I closed the message. Went back to work.

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I’d be willing to pay. A simple message would replace the one that was deleted. “NO MESSAGE WAS EVER HERE. IT WAS YOUR IMAGINATION. GO BACK TO SLEEP AND STOP TEXTING.”

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

I figured you would love it after a long day. I love you; x.’ Waiting until the text reads sent and delivered, I exited the message app once it does to pull up the keypad. However, before I can dial a different number, my phone dings with a message notification. Clicking on it, my eyes squint at the words on my screen;

Growing tense, I click on the message and read it. Hello Dev, how has your day been? Well, mine has been good. Did you see the posts, we certainly look good together. By the way, I met your mother earlier this week! She's such an amazing person. She invited me to her birthday party. Would you be coming? I'd love for us to talk more. Have a good night!

Now, there's only silence. Through the screen, the me from eight years ago saw everything. Her face turned instantly pale. Her lips trembled, unable to form words. "No... no..." The Moonwater Mirror went dead black. Numb, I looked down, pulled out my phone, and sent a single text to my brother—the one I hadn't seen in years. "Merry Winter Solstice, Leo. Hope you're doing well." The she-wolf giggled, victorious. Her hand slid boldly down his chiseled abs.

I sent him a message saying I was coming back now. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

I hadn't done any work since this whole world wind romance, proposal, and possible break up had happened. Which wasn't good since we didn't have a lot of time to do what had been asked of us at the Board meeting. I logged onto my beta account and noticed I had a few private chat requests and messages. Messages? When did we add email to this. It was supposed to be live interaction. There were 4 messages, one from the night Noah asked me to marry him. No congratulations, just a simple message updating me on the process of the project. It should be the other way around, but I wasn't complaining. I missed talking to Adam.