It also felt good.
Annie:Tomorrow?
The word appeared on the screen.
For a moment, I saw Molly’s final message.
Tomorrow, then.
I had spent years distrusting the word because it promised time no one could guarantee.
This tomorrow was not a promise.
It was a flight I could track.
Me:Tomorrow afternoon. Send me the details before you book.
Annie:I will.
Me:And Annie?
Annie:Yes?
I considered warning her not to expect too much.
Not to make me regret the invitation.
Not to arrive believing she already knew how the two days would end.
All true.
None necessary.
Me:Bring the bad hat.
Three dots appeared.
Annie:I thought you hated the hat.
Me:I want proof Savannah Brooks is capable of questionable judgment in multiple areas.
Annie:I can provide extensive documentation.
I put the phone down.
Rosa appeared with a slice of pie.
“I did not order dessert.”
“No.”
She placed it in front of me.
“You invited her.”
“How do you know?”
“Your shoulders have returned to their normal location.”
