“Now I know something is wrong since you’re holding a one-sided conversation,” she says seriously, and I’m relieved she understands what I’m doing.
“Right, I must’ve texted by accident when I threw it in my purse.” I keep up the act, which pleases the monster who hasn’t taken his eyes from me.
“Alright, I’m coming to get you,” she reassures. “Something’s wrong. I’m bringing my pepper spray.” I hear her walking, accompanied by the dangling of her keys. I’m thankful she’s so observant even when I don’t want her to be. Otherwise, I might not have escaped him tonight.
“Thank you,” I say. “Yeah, brunch tomorrow sounds great. Thanks for checking on me.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Hang tight, okay?” she adds at the end, then lingers for a few seconds. I don’t say anything, and my silenc
