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“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Daniel told me.
I hoped that if I answered his question that he might answer more of mine. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” I promised, although I couldn’t imagine what he wouldn’t already know about me.
“Right before your accident,” he started out, and my mind raced back to the sidewalk where I had been scurrying back to work after my brief walk to the park during my lunch break. “You looked at your phone and were distracted by something,” he reminded me. “What was it?”
I had been keeping the memory firmly tamped down, not wanting to worry and ruin my time getting to know Daniel. His question brought the words of the threatening email right back to the front of my mind. I didn’t really want to tell him what it said because
