The extra expenses I never tell anyone about.
And now I’ve lost my job, because I couldn’t stay away from Elena.
A soft laugh escapes me—humorless but real.
Maybe Damien’s right.
Maybe Iamthe weakest link.
I flip my phone around in my hand.
Screen on.
Screen off.
Screen on again.
Her name isn’t there.
No texts.
No “hey how’d the rest of your day go?”
No “forgot to tell you something funny.”
No “miss you.”
I start typing something anyway.
Colt:Hey. Today was…
Delete.
Colt:Guess what happened…
Delete.
Colt:So I got fired because…
Delete.
Every version sounds pathetic.
Every version sounds like I’m asking for comfort I shouldn’t need.
She told me she’s going to Cabo.
For awedding.
A big, fancy one.
This is her world, not mine.
She never told me, until today.
Which means I’m still just…fun.
I’m a phase.
