Once we'd driven a good distance, I started replying to messages. First, I let my colleagues know I'd linked up with Daniel without a hitch. Then I shot a sneaky pic of his profile to my bestie, who promptly lost it, spamming me with heart-eyes emojis. Finally, I opened Christopher's chat.
"Lauren, I'm done with Brittany for good. Mom and Dad are still at the old place. They said if you've got time, come by for dinner. Don't worry, I won't show up the same day and make you uncomfortable."
I'll admit, I was curious what "done for good" meant. Had he cut all ties—deleted her number, sworn never to speak again? Or was it just a show, with him still ready to run to her rescue the moment she called? Curiosity aside, I didn't ask, just typed back, "Got it."
His chat showed "typing" for ages,
