Amber
I poured a second glass of Shiraz. I’d grown to love the buttery, smooth taste, but on this day it didn’t even register. In fact, nothing seemed right. I’d texted Simona twice already, and she’d not responded. I saw the little dots moving once, but then nothing. If I kept texting or called, she might have thought I was a crazy stalker or something. I mean, it wasn’t an emergency, so she might have become pissed off if I kept bugging her.
Since she’d told me her Dad passed away, all I could do was worry. I kept wondering what the appropriate response was. Most people had families, close friends they shared their lives with. I didn’t have that, and it was situations like these that I became self-conscious I wasn’t responding correctly. I didn’t know how I was supposed to act when a g
