My phone pinged and I glanced at the screen.Jeff had texted me and his message was eerily close to my own feelings.
Can’t sleep.Miss you.
My fingers texted before I thought the matter through.
Me:I’m awake too.So exhausted.
Jeff:Want me to come over?
Me:Yes.
Jeff:Be there in a few.
Why the hell had I done that?Fuck.I was torn between needing him and telling him to stay home.My fingers refused to budge,though,and the screen stayed blank.I needed him more than I wanted to continue to be angry with him.I was weak and I let the tears fall as I stared out the window,waiting for Jeff.
I texted Pamela to tell her where I was just in case she woke up while I was downstairs.I didn’t want her to be scared.My head fell back against the sofa and I closed my eyes against the tears that seemed to spring up endlessly.Was this grief?God,I missed my mom.