Mia stared at her phone in bed, thumb hovering over Ethan’s last text.
Maybe we should listen to them. At least for now.
She waited for a reply to her message but didn't get it, even though he had seen it. She scoffed and typed fast.
Mia: That’s bullshit. You don’t get to decide for both of us after everything. We need to talk. In person.
She sent it, then tossed the phone on the pillow like it burned her hand. No reply came. Typical.
Days went by fast and school resumed. Mia checked her phone again. Four days. Four days since she sent that first message, and then three more after it.
Mia: We need to talk.
Mia: You can’t just ghost me after everything.
Mia: Ethan please.
No replies. Nothing.
She shoved the phone in her pocket and went downstairs. Her dad was rinsing his coffee
