Relax. It’s just a text, Abby. Jeez.
Abby: Hey, it’s me, Abby. Can we talk?
I press send.
Relax. One text won’t kill you. I do a breathing exercise.
Five seconds later, my phone rings. Oh, my god. Seb is calling. Now I don’t know what to say. What if he’s with another woman? What if he’s in a business meeting with a client? What if he just wants to talk over the phone and won’t invite me in.
I press the answer key.
“Abby, what took you so long to answer?” Jeez, bossy much.
“I uh. I um.” I hang up the phone. Bullcrap.
Did I just hang up on him? That’s a jerk move. He won’t talk to me again. Then my phone rings again. It’s him.
My brain tells me to pick up, but my hand is shaking.
I clear my throat. “Abby, what is going on? Did you just hang up on me?” He sounds irritated.
Way to
