~ Becca ~
I listened to the voicemail that woke me at 2:14 a.m. wondering who would send me a voicemail so early in the morning.
I was on my couch in sweatpants, hair in a messy bun, protein shake sweating onto my coffee table because I forgot about it. My phone buzzed once more before going quiet again, like it knew it had already done enough damage.
Stephen didn’t sound angry.
That was worse.
“Becca,” he said, calm and familiar, like we were still us. “I know it’s you. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you don’t just disappear on people like this. Call me back.”
Pause.
“You owe me that.”
Click.
I stared at my phone like it might say something else if I waited long enough.
I didn’t call him back.
Instead, I blocked the number.
Then I sat there for a full minute with m
