The next day at work.
I carefully read through the documents Odette provided while arranging all that I'd need for the court hearing.
15:00
No text from Dane yet.
I brushed him out of my thoughts. Typing away on the keyboard yet no matter what, my mind drifted to my phone. Eyes tilting towards the little device on my desk.
I picked it up. Opened our chats.
No texts yet.
The last message was from yesterday when he got me the food hamper. I hadn't replied because I didn't want to speak to him. But now, my fingers hovered against the glossy screen, pondering on whether or not I wanted to text him.
Was he okay? Did something happen?
I typed the first letter, snapped out of my daze. Dropped the phone on the desk with a loud thud.
I shouldn't be thinking about him. Especially not about
