Chapter Eleven
When Gwen got the text from Tim, she wondered if it was an omen.
Did you get my last text? Thinking about you lately.
Gwen stared at her phone, her brain seemingly trying to translate the message on the screen. Tim had been thinking about her?
When they'd first separated, Gwen would've done anything to receive a message like this from Tim. Despite everything he'd done, she'd wanted their marriage to work. She'd vowed until death do us part. And she'd loved her husband still.
Now, though, Gwen could only feel confusion. And a touch of anger. When she'd failed to respond to the first message, that should've been clear enough. Apparently she was going to have to be more transparent than that.
Please don't text me things like that, she replied.
She watched the three dots
