I looked at my phone again. There was a photo of Diana the cat. I read further.
“Nothing from you, Ahana. Sorry; didn’t mean to disturb you on your busy day.”
I wrote back, “Hey, I was out for a run. Congratulations on Diana. I had no idea you were planning to adopt a cat.”
Once again, it felt as if Jay was waiting by the phone. In less than ten seconds, I heard from him, “I didn’t adopt. Paid big bucks for it. $1,500.”
That’s a weird comment.
He sent me a picture of Diana perched over his head. This was probably the first time Jay had sent me a close-up picture. Maybe he was starting to build trust? In all his selfies he shared on social media, you could see mostly his silhouette, not his face clearly. I took out my glasses and wiped them with a tissue before putting them on again. I
