JJ
I read the conversation a fourth time before I finally admitted I wasn’t actually reading it anymore.
I was looking for something I’d missed.
Some clue hidden between the words that would suddenly explain who this person was and why they seemed to know things about me they shouldn’t.
The phone rested in my lap while the preserved dandelion puff sat on my nightstand, catching the warm glow from the bedside lamp. Every few seconds my eyes drifted from one to the other before returning to the screen.
I hope your day got a little better.
It was such an ordinary sentence.
No flirting.
No pet names.
No demands.
No questions asking where I was or what I was doing.
Just… hope.
That should have made me feel better.
Instead, it made the whole thing stranger.
When the first message h
