Back home, Mack spent all the next day trying to ignore the siren call of her cell phone. She promised herself she wouldn’t pester Heather—let Heather contact her, not the other way around. She wavered between wanting to get things squared away immediately and dragging them out unresolved forever. Was it too much to ask if they could go back to being whatever it was they were before? Or had Mack’s stupid text changed the very matrix of their relationship for good?
Around three in the afternoon, Mack’s phone buzzed with an incoming text. She almost stumbled over her own feet as she rushed to answer it. Snatching the phone up from where it lay discarded on the sofa, she read the text from Heather.
U home?
Maybe they were going to talk now. Okay, she could do this.
Yes, she sent back.
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