Waiting for Assurance
Ashlyn made it until 10:17 the next morning before checking her phone for the fifth time. No missed calls. No texts. Nothing except a weather alert, two app notifications she never opened, and one message from Tabby sent at 8:03. u alive? Ashlyn had typed and erased three different replies before settling on: Yeah. Then she set the phone facedown on her bed like that might make it matter less. It didn’t. Her room felt too bright for how badly she had slept. Sunlight pushed through the blinds in narrow gold bands across the carpet and her desk. The fan clicked every few turns. One. Two. Three. Click. She should have showered already. Should have eaten. Should have done anything that made the morning feel normal instead of like the day after something fragile had been dropped and migh
- Schriftsteller
