ANDREW
UNKNOWN NUMBER.
TUE, 1:32 P.M.
Hey.
I stared at the text for the fifth time today. It was late in the afternoon, past three to be exact. I hadn't replied to it, a little scared that it might be coming from Christopher.
ME.
TUE, 3:28 P.M.
Hello?
Typing...
Please, who's this?
I sent before putting my phone aside. I've been working on my computer for about half an hour now. I yawned tiredly as I rolled my wheelchair away from the study table. The finishing of any book was always mentally exhausting and I've already rewritten the last two chapters three times in a row for this particular one. What I was writing didn't seem right at the moment.
My attention was soon captured by the loud zing of my phone as the screen brightened up on the study table.
I rolled my chair towards
