Page 21 of Moth to a Flame

Wow that makes me feel so much better

not

Me:

I’m FINE. Staying at the delivery address tonight. Maybe a couple nights. Long story.

Those three dots danced for a very long time.

Motthew:

You’re staying at the witch’s house?

Me:

Yes

Motthew:

Is she hot?

I did not answer that.

Motthew:

Oh shit she’s hot

Me:

Go to bed.

I turned the screen off, then a beep had me picking it back up.

Me:

Hey make sure you pick up Motholemew’s medicine, in case I’m not back.

Motthew:

Already got it bro. See, you worry too much.

I let the phone drop onto my chest and closed my eyes. Through the wall, I could feel Lucia’s breathing, slow and heavy now. Finally asleep. Whatever she’d been holding back had emptied her out.

The phone buzzed one more time.

Motthew:

Hey

For real tho. You sure you’re ok?

I looked at the message for a while.

Me:

I’m ok. She’s going through some stuff. Wanted to make sure she was ok before I crashed.

Motthew: