Epilogue
2 years later
I send him the message right before I leave the office.
Do you know what today is?
His reply comes when I step off the elevator. A text.
What are you doing, messaging me on i********:?
“No, no, we’re doing this my way,” I mutter and return to the i********: DMs.
Eddy: Answer my question, dear. Do you know what today is?
Moss: Um…Friday?
Eddy:…and? ;-)
When I unlock the car, he calls, but I reject it. A few seconds later, my phone buzzes with another text.
Why aren’t you answering your phone?
“Why aren’t you playing along?” I mutter to my phone and stubbornly go back to the i********: DMs.
Eddy: Humor me, please.
Moss: All right. Um, today is November 14.
Eddy: True. And?
Moss: I’m sorry, honey, but I can’t think of anything else.
I smile. I knew h
