It can’t be that hard to just listen for one second.
Oh, but that’s not the end, because you didn’t clean up after yourself at dinner.
You are so ungrateful.
Oh, and who didn’t call her parents again?
Yep, you.
Your dad might die tomorrow, and your mom might not even call, because you never did.
Oh, look at you, reaching for your phone. What will you tell them?
‘Hi mom, sorry for not calling for years, I just never felt like it. Why am I calling now, in the middle of the night? Oh yeah, I was just thinking about you dying, and thought giving you a call might be a good idea.’
That sounds so bad.
Their only daughter, calling only because she was thinking of them dying.
You’re so selfish.
Why are you thinking of someone dying?
You think they are that old?
Do you even remember how old they are?
56, 57, 58?
How old is Tilly? How old is your own flesh and blood?
You’re such a disgrace.
You think volleyball will save you?
Sure, as if you’re that good at it.
You’re disposable, Tilly.
Never forget.
Chapter 3
Tilly
“That wasn’t that scary, was it?” I laugh.
Lie.
I was screaming the entire way down, but Luca was probably too busy internally dying to notice.
At least I hope so, because that was embarrassing.
“Nah, it was barely anything,” he says, voice shaking.
I try not to laugh.
All these years, and I never knew he was so scared of heights.
