52
Marcus
I stare at my phone, my heart thudding with mingled chagrin and fury.
She hung up on me.
Cut off my apology with a “goodbye” and hung up.
I call back, in case it was a bad connection, but I get voicemail right away.
Swearing under my breath, I fire off three texts and wait.
Nothing.
No moving dots to tell me she’s in the process of responding, nothing to give any indication of her intent.
Drawing on every ounce of my patience, I call again.
Voicemail.
Straight to f*****g voicemail.
She’s either turned off her phone, or she’s rejecting my calls.
The phone in my hand feels like a bomb ready to explode—or maybe that’s the ball of fury in my chest. Twice she’s done this to me now.
Twice she’s tried to make me go away.
And the last time, I went. Like a f*****g i***t, I
