Once again, your timing is impeccable. I’ve been struggling with sleep lately.
Catherine scrambled to fire a quick message back, exhaustion momentarily forgotten in her desire to keep the thread alive.
Dr.T:
Hey!
Nice to hear from you; it’s been ages. How are you?
Betty77:
Life has been wild, endlessly busy! But, Dr Mindful, you’ll be pleased to hear I’ve made some positive changes. Things are looking up.
And I’m mostly remembering to breathe, thanks to you! x
DrT:
That’s great! And yes, keep remembering to breathe (note to self, also)! x
It was always a boost to hear she’d made a difference to someone’s life, even in a small way. That was all any professional wanted to hear, wasn’t it?
Yes, but Catherine couldn’t deny she also inexplicably yearned for more from this interaction. She’d missed it, and even after the time that had passed, she still felt anundeniable pull to this internet stranger, which definitely said more about her than them. She reread Betty’s message, overanalysing the words and taking small delight in the flirty nickname, the compliment, and the kiss.
“Oh, to hell with it,” she said aloud. Then, surrendering to impulse, she typed another message.
Dr.T:
A while ago you suggested we meet for a meal. I’d like that if, of course, you’re still interested?
Her fingers hovered nervously over the Enter key; before she could overthink it, she pressed send. A message instantly dinged back. A tremor of excitement surged through her — quickly replaced by confusion.
Postmaster:
Your message to Betty77 could not be delivered. The user you attempted to reach is unavailable or does not exist. Please check the username and try again.
“Wait… what?”
Catherine tried again.
Another unwelcome automated intervention pinged through, and she scowled at the screen.
“Stupid thing. I don’t understand. She was right there a few minutes ago.”
Her chest heaved with a resigned sigh, and she snapped her laptop shut.
“Well, that’s that then.”
21
TAINTED LOVE
1989
“Cati? Cati?”
My mind gripped the far-off sound of Mei’s voice like a rope pulling me back to consciousness. My eyes flickered open, my vision straining against the brightness. Mei’s concerned face came into view. Snow flecked her black hair, tied in bunches with neon-coloured scrunchies.
“Where am I?” I rasped.
