“Please stay with me,” he says.
“Fine, but you’re going to have to stop playing with me long enough for me to let him know I’m not coming in.” I roll away from him and begin to look for my phone on the bedside table, but it’s not there. “I’ll be right back,” I say, walking toward the door.
“Hurry back,” he says.
I find my phone still in my purse. I swipe it open to discover an endless stream of missed calls and texts from my friends.
The Tortured TherapistsDepartment
Lacey
Are you okay? You looked so upset when you left.
Poppy:
Text us back. We're worried about you.
Gray:
I just tried calling and no answer. Wren, are you okay?
Lacey:
Tanner isn’t messaging Jace back either. Do y’all think they’re together?
Poppy:
Logan said the same thing. Maybe
Chloe:
Her location says she’s at their apartment, so I’m sure she’s okay. Maybe sleeping.
Lacey:
Wren, we really wish you’d just let us know what happened.
Poppy:
Yeah, we’re here if you need us.
I swipe out of the message chain to click on Daryl’s name.
Hey, Daryl. I hate to do this, but I’m going to have to call out today. Robin knows the schedule and has helped me when I was out sick before. If you need anything, feel free to text.
Clicking back into the group text, I take a deep breath before responding.
The Tortured Therapists Department
I’m alive! Thanks for all the concern.
Poppy: What the hell happened last night?
So much happened last night.
“Did you call out?”Tanner asks, peeking his head into my room.
“I did, but he hasn’t responded yet. Just give me another minute. I missed like one hundred texts and calls from the girls last night, so I’m responding.”
