Fenna
I love you, too.
Fenna takes time to process, so it could be a few days before the reality hits her and she needs airtime.
I move on to the unanswered messages from my friends. I have several from Fee, which started last night, asking if I was coming home. Another one time-stamped half an hour later reads:
Fee
Cammie messaged Essie, who said your parents are getting a divorce. I’m so sorry.
She also said you did shots and FLIP TOOKYOU HOME.
But you are not here, so that means you’re with him.
The next one is time-stamped an hour ago:
Fee
Went for breakfast with Cammie. Message us when you get this.
I’ll get to that in a minute, because my Babe chat is pinging relentlessly, asking if I’m okay this morning and sending me hugs.
I send a *marching band GIF* and a *crying into my wineglass GIF*.
Tally
Hydrating!
I add a photo of my Vitamin Water. There will be no photographic evidence of my face this morning.
My dad has texted and left a voicemail and so has my mom. I’m too upset to deal with them while I’m this hungover. I return to my messages with Fee and Cammie.
Tally
I’m home.
Fee
We are on our way back from breakfast RN.
Cammie
We’re speed walking back to the apartment. ETA is about eight minutes, but my legs are short and I’m not a runner.
Tally
Fair. I’ll leave the door open for you.
Fee
How waslast night?
Cammie
Did you channel your inner Arwen?
Tally
