Guess it wouldn't be a lie if I said yes.
Because of her, Iamokay. Now, at least.
WRAITH
hi. yeah.
Three dots appear immediately.
IVY
Want me to keep texting you? It might help distract you.
WRAITH
please
IVY
Okay
So Thane ordered breakfast and got literally everything on the menu. I think he's stress-eating. He needs to calm down or he’s going to have whiter hair than Valek. Haha
A soft huff-growl of a laugh escapes my ruined throat.
WRAITH
yeah
IVY
How much longer do you have to wait?
WRAITH
don’t know
She keeps texting despite my apparent inability to reply with more than a few words—communication wouldn't be my strong point even if I weren't fucking mute—telling me about everything, how they found an even cheesier movie we should watch together later, about Thane's mother hen tendencies, about how the motel coffee tastes like it was filtered through a gym sock.
Each message makes the knot in my chest loosen a fraction.
A knock at the door.
My shoulders lock right up again.
WRAITH
doctor here
IVY
Okay. I'll be right here when you're done.
WRAITH
thanks
Thanksbeing a big fucking understatement, even with the heart emoji she seems to like.
