-POV Derby
I spent the whole evening trying to end things.
Back in my apartment I sat on the edge of the couch with the lights off and typed the message I knew I should have sent weeks ago. Short. Direct. Final. My thumb hovered over the send button until the screen went dark. I deleted every word, typed it again, then deleted it once more. The cycle kept repeating until my eyes burned and my stomach felt hollow. Each time I tried to press send, my finger froze. The words looked right on the screen, but they felt wrong in my chest. I kept imagining what would happen after he read them. Would he fight for me? Would he let me go? Would he simply say okay and go back to his real life with Tamara?
When Jordan’s name finally appeared on my phone, I almost didn’t pick up. But my hand moved an
