The first message at the top is from Finn.
A small jolt moves through me when I see his name.
I tap the thread.
9:00 A.M.:
Finn:
Good morning beautiful
It’s well past noon now.
I stare at the message for a moment, thumb hovering over the keyboard, trying to figure out what to say this many hours later. Nothing feels right—not rushed, not thoughtful enough—so I close the thread and tell myself I’ll answer later.
The next thread is the ongoing chat I have with my sisters.
There are several unread messages, all from April.
8:00 A.M.:
April:
Wakey wakey, Cinderella, what happened last night?
8:45 A.M.:
April:
Hello?
9:30 A.M.:
April:
May, you’re lucky you’re still sharing your location or I’d be calling the local authorities. I see you are at a blueberry farm, according to Google Maps, and I remember you said you were going with your fireman boyfriend. Please let me know you’re alive at your earliest convenience.
10:15 A.M.:
April:
Juney girl, if you don’t answer your phone, I will be calling your boss.
I laugh under my breath.
Me:
I am so sorry, I’ve had a very busy morning. I’m okay, I’m safe, I am back home.
The typing bubble appears almost immediately.
April:
Oh thank God
A second later,
April:
