I clicked on her profile.
She’s all grown.
I scrolled slowly, my thumb dragging across the screen. Different pictures. Different places.
Then I saw it.
Wedding pictures from three years ago.
Then I noticed the message icon. She had already texted me.
I tapped it open.
Grace Mercer: Hi… Aurelia. I don’t know if you’ll respond, but… I think we need to talk.
I stared at the message for a moment. Then I locked my phone.
What exactly was there to talk about? I had no business with them anymore.
None.
I turned off my phone completely and placed it beside me before closing my eyes.
Sleep came easier than I expected.
*****
The alarm dragged me out of sleep.
Saturdays were supposed to be for resting.
Not for me.
There was always something to do.
I got out of bed, went straight in
