I’m fully aware that I’m redirecting. The anger I feel right now is not entirely—or even mostly—about Rae. It’s about Kir publicly humiliating me at that gaggle. While we’re doing the math, it’s also about Doug’s imminent deadline and Bartlett circling and Ochoa being gone and the bloody message I can still almost see the outline of on my shower wall.
It’s about all of that.
But Rae is the one thing I can actually do something about, so Rae is the one who gets it.
I open our text thread.
So you’re back in New York and you just weren’t going to tell me??
I’ve been texting you for DAYS, Rae.
I get that you’re going through stuff but I have been going out of my mind over here. You disappeared with a scary guy and you couldn’t send me one text to let me know you were breathing?
She does
