I managed to sleep for a few hours after that. And then I woke up to a text from Maeve.
Busy all weekend but wanted to say we should maybe see other people.
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My brain felt like it was full of bees. All my anxieties about social interaction in general ramped themselves up to eleven the instant I read that message, but any small, niggling little paranoia I’d ever felt about Maeve went through the damn roof and exploded my head. I got my morning cup of coffee in the kitchen, grabbed a fig bar, and sat on the couch, staring at it with burning eyes.
It’s a mistake. I flicked back to my contacts to make sure it was coming from the right number, and I hadn’t just messed up her name in there. Nope. It was Maeve’s number for sure.
I took a screenshot and sent it to Wilhelmina, even thou
