As I sat curled up in bed, engrossed in a book, my phone buzzed. An unknown number popped up on the screen and a chill ran up my spine, finding it all too familiar.
Tentatively, I opened the message to find a simple, yet intriguing question: "Are you still willing to go on that date with me?"
Confusion washed over me as I tried to recall any recent interactions that could lead to this message.
Who are you? I asked.
He texted back, My apologies. It’s Alex.
I gasped, my mind racing to figure out how he had gotten my number. The last time I had seen him was at the trial weeks ago, but I hadn't given him my contact information.
My thoughts inevitably drifted to Timothy. He had been on my mind so much lately, and our complicated relationship made the idea of going on a date with som
