“Well, the emails have slowly started to taper off.”
“If I were you, I’d change my email,” she tells me.
I laugh. “You are not the first person to tell me that. But is it weird I want to keep it? To see when this all goes away?”
Because then, maybe I can be back in Bode’s arms. I can’t do it if they’re still at risk.
I won’t endanger them.
“As long as you’re deleting them immediately and not opening them.”
“I’m not, I promise. But hopefully they will stop soon. I don’t know why.”
“I—”
“Holy shit. Look at this!” Cressy comes busting in my room.
“Oh my god. Knock much?”
Even though the door was mostly open, the bang startles me.
“Is everything okay?” Harper asks.
“No, it’s not,” Cressy tells her. “Look.”
She shoves her phone in my face. Leaning back so I can look at it, my jaw drops.
“Holy shit.”
“What? What is it? I can’t see!” Harper’s voice rings out over the phone.
“It’s an email. From Becky.”
“Who’s that?” she asks.
“Did she really send this?” I ask, looking back at Cressy. “I can’t believe it was her.”
It’s another email blasting me for being a homewrecker and a terrible person. It seems the copy and paste didn’t work right, because there’s also a comment at the end about canceling someone’s appointment.
“Oh, you bet your ass it was. She loves the Knights. She was jealous.”
“But…I hardly ever work with her. She acts like she’s better than me most of the time.”
I can’t believe she would do this.
“Not anymore.”
Cressy taps away on the phone as I explain what’s going on to Harper. I peer over my best friend’s shoulder to see what she’s typing.
Crestina
Have you really been sending these? >
Becky
What? That wasn’t me
Crestina
