12
Heather
Present day
The fan had been on.
When I woke up during the night, I knew why his side of the bed was empty. It hadn’t made me mad, but it frustrated me. He only turned the fan on when he needed to sneak out for the crew. It wasn’t Bren. She was different. She was precious, but his crew… That was a different story.
Three days passed before he texted me.
Three days after I’d snuck out, while he slept. Both of us knew I was frustrated, but for three days neither had reached out to the other.
I was in my office at Manny’s, looking at my phone, when his text popped up.
Channing: How are you?
That’s what he asked, but we all knew what he wanted.
It was code for: are you still mad at me? I know why you’re mad. You know why you’re mad, but I miss you. And follow that up with:
