I scroll to the Cs and stare at all their names all together in a group.
Like a happy little family.
I swallow the lump that has been forming in my throat for the past few minutes and hover over Hendrix’s name.
But then at the last minute, I pull up a different name and number entirely. One that makes my heart race and my stomach clench.
Because out of all the Creeds, she might be the one I miss the most.
The one that meant the most.
Before I change my mind, I type a single sentence. Then I hit send.
No going back now.
Chapter Five
PRESLEY
Me
Yes. Who the hell is this?
My stomach is in my throat, and I feel instant regret for my impulsive decision. Because as soon as I send off my text, three tiny dots appear at the bottom of the screen.
Holy shit, the mystery texter is typing.
Unknown number
I’ll give you three clues. If you guess correctly, then we’ll both know we’re talking to the right person.
Me
This better not be some convoluted scam to steal my identity…because honestly, you should just give up now. I’m not that cool.
Unknown number
Definitely not a scam.
Me
Oh, that’s reassuring. Like a scammer would say otherwise!
Unknown number
Glad to see your stubborn streak hasn’t gone away.
What? My stubborn streak? Who the hell is this?
Unknown number
First clue: We used to be neighbors.
I scoff and roll my eyes.
Me
You could literally be anyone. I’ve had tons of neighbors. Try harder.
