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Kitchen
11:49 A.M.
I was preparing a tuna salad sandwich with a slice of cantaloupe when a loud buzzing startled me. It sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it exactly. I flung the sandwich fixings down started searching for the source.
To my surprise, I saw Gray’s cell phone next to the three-candle centerpiece on the kitchen table. Its soft blue screen had lit up and silver-white bubbles were floating up it. I grabbed it and read: 1 Text Message: Toby
Even more curious now, I pressed the READ button read Toby Chambers’s text: Need help. A little favor. Call me.
How did I feel at that moment reading Gray’s ex-boyfriend’s text? A sense of loss and disruption in my relationship with Gray overtook me. My stomach dropped and my knees started to wobble. Half of me wanted to throw the phone in the garbage after smashing it, while the other half of me—the sane and rational half of my brain—knew that there was a very good reason why Gray still communicated with Toby.