Robyn
Since I had the luxury of being alone in the house, I set up at the kitchen table, so I could actually sit in a chair while I typed. My neck and shoulders thanked me, as I poured into my next chapter all the angst and confusion that I was currently feeling towards Jack and Phoenix.
I was halfway through when my phone chirped, not once, but twice, because apparently, I had forgotten to put it on silent for my writing time. I picked up the phone, intent on ignoring the incoming messages. Nobody ever texted me anyway. It was probably just some advertisement or some automated message.
But when I glanced at it, Phoenix’s name was on my screen.
Underneath that was Jack’s name and number. And they had both sent me attachments.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I pushed my lapt
