“And it’s a lot,” I said.
“I’m sorry, G.”
“Thanks, Mars.”
“You could move here. Then you wouldn’t have to be in that house anymore.”
“I mean, I could move down the street if I was just trying to escape the house.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do. And I am thinking about it.”
“Really? Like for real real?”
I laughed.
“Yes,” I said. “For real real. Now, can we get back to the reason for this call?” I pointed to the two outfits lying across her dorm room bed.
“Oh right.” She stood and picked up two hangers with dresses hanging from them. “Sensible? Mature? Classic?”
My mind suddenly went to Lior. Had she already moved? Was it on her social media account and Marley wasn’t mentioning it to spare my feelings?
“G!” Marley shouted to get my attention again.
“Shit. Sorry.” I glanced at the clothes she was holding up. “Very nice.”
She rolled her eyes, tossed the outfits back on the bed and sat down again.
“Graham?” she said, her big blue eyes staring through the camera at me.
I was in for it now. I prepared myself for the lecture that was coming.
“Yes?”
“Why don’t you just call her?”
I’d thought the same thing a hundred times. Probably more. I’d thought it moments after she’d hung up on me, that entire evening, and every day since.
The problem now was, I’d waited too long, and she was clearly moving on. She was moving god knows where and there was the potential that she wasn’t going alone. She could’ve met someone, had a whirlwind romance, and was now moving in with the guy. I’d fucked up. I couldn’t call her now. It would be selfish, and cruel to both of us.
I didn’t say all that to my sister though.
“I think I missed my window,” I said. “And now I have to accept that, and move on as well.”
Marley was quiet for a minute.
“Whatever happened to your friend, Cooper,” she asked.
“Nadia happened.”
“Of course.” She shook her head. “Do you still have his number?”
“If he hasn’t changed it, then yes.”
“You should call him.”
“And say what? Sorry I ghosted you for a horrible woman not worth a tenth of you?”
