“Shadows”
Back home, I sit on the edge of the bed and undo my hair, taking in the silence. Mum's gone back to Texas, but she said she would be dropping in once in a while. She has a coffee shop to tend to, and I am also here.
My phone is face down on the nightstand, for once I don’t want to look at it. I want to be disconnected from the outside world. This lunch with Mrs Montclair was just to remind me that I have a job to do.
But then my phone buzzes once. Then another buzz.
I sigh, annoyed, already anticipating a work email or some text I don’t have the energy for.
I reach for it reluctantly.
There is an unknown number,
Does he know why you are really here?
For a second I think I have read it wrong. But then when I look at it again, the words are still the same.
I turn it
