“Don’t do that,” she argued. “Don’t act like I’m just… nothing in all this.”
I closed my eyes briefly. “That’s not what I’m saying.”
“You’re acting like it,” she insisted. “Like I’m not important anymore. Like I don’t exist in your life unless I’m the one forcing myself into it.”
I tightened my grip on the bottle. “I never said you weren’t important.”
“But you treat me like I am not,” she shot back.
I could hear her breathing through the phone now. It was fast and uneven.
She didn’t stop there.
“And have you even asked how I’ve been?” she continued. “Do you know what’s been happening with me lately?”
I hesitated.
Because the truth was I hadn’t.
Her voice softened just slightly, but it carried frustration that had been building for a while.
“I’ve been everywhere in my head,” she
