I lean back in the car seat, my fingers tapping against my thigh, trying to distract myself from the gnawing feeling in my chest. The city flashes by in a blur, but I’m too distracted by my own thoughts to really notice. Next to me, Meera huffs for the third time in as many minutes, clearly annoyed. I glance at her, raising an eyebrow, waiting for her to spill whatever is on her mind. She doesn’t disappoint.
“You know, I've had to take all your calls since you literally threw your phone away,” she finally complains, her voice tinged with annoyance. “And I mean all of them.”
I give a small shrug, not particularly moved by her annoyance. "All those calls are professional, Meera. You’re paid to handle them. It’s part of your job."
She stares at me with a scowl. "You can’t be serious, Nat.
