I wake up the next morning to three messages from James.
James
Take the time you need.
You did everything right, Avery. Juries are unpredictable.
I’m here if you need me.
The words should comfort me, but they twist in my gut, a reminder of my failure.
I set my phone down on the nightstand, watching the morning light trickle in from my window, only to hear my phone buzz with another text.
Closing my eyes and releasing a deep breath, I debate whether to check it or not. It’s probably the first of many pity texts I’m going to receive.
With that in mind, I decide I may as well get it over with sooner rather than later.
Trouble
I have a show tonight. Feel like being my groupie? ;)
I stare at the message for a long time. The thought of loud music and floors made sticky by beer and people yelling in my ear is, frankly, horrific. I am not fit for human interaction today. Or tomorrow. Or possibly ever again. But it’s sweet, the way he keeps checking in.
Smiling, I type out my reply.
Can’t tonight. Got a hot date with my couch and a Twilight marathon.
His reply is quick.
Trouble
Team Edward or Team Jacob?
The corner of my mouth tilts, and it’s the closest I’ve come to a smile since the trial ended.
Teenage Avery would’ve said Jacob. I had the biggest crush on Taylor Lautner. Like, thought I’d somehow meet him and convince him to fall in love with me.
Trouble
But now you’re team Edward?
I laugh.
No, I’m team Charlie and Carlisle.
Trouble
The dads?!
He’s distracting me. He’s making me feel better. Then again, he always has that effect on me.
The very hot dads ;)
Trouble
You know what? I get it. So, should I start growing my moustache out or dye my hair blonde?
LOL. How do you know so much about Twilight anyway?
