Chapter Fifteen
After a sleepless night of ruminating, I rolled over Sunday morning in a fog to the sound of a flurry of text messages vibrating my phone on the bedside table. They were all from Mallory, and each of them was sent less than five minutes apart:
>>Mallory: Zoe, are you awake? We need to talk ASAP.
>>Mallory: Zoe, are you reading me? I’m not kidding, we really, REALLY need to talk. It’s about the you-know-what.
>>Mallory: You’re starting to scare me, Zoe! Please at least write me back to tell me you’re busy if that’s what’s going on!
>>Mallory: This isn’t funny!!!
The most recent screamed at me in all caps, which woke me up in a hurry:
>>Mallory: ZOE PLEASE JUST TEXT OR CALL ME BACK AS SOON AS YOU READ THIS!!!
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