Melia’s Point of View
My phone buzzes for the tenth time in the last five minutes.
I close my eyes, exhaling sharply through my nose before I pick it up.
Another text from Michael.
Are you ignoring me now?
I just want to talk to you, Melia. Just give me a chance to explain. Please.
You know I still love you.
I groan quietly and shove the phone into my bag, trying to refocus on the notes the coordinator is giving us. But the buzzing continues, persistent, and irritating, like a mosquito that refuses to die.
Finally, I yank the phone out again and type furiously.
Michael, stop texting and calling me. I am at work, and you are bothering me. And even if I wasn’t busy, I don’t want to talk to you. Please, just stop.
I hit send, turn my phone to silent, and toss it back into my bag bef
