And then Anna lucked into a supporting role on James Andrews’ directorial debut, and Chris had graduated and accepted an offer with a prestigious venture capital firm. Things had been going so well for the both of them, truly.
Until they weren’t anymore.
It happened gradually. Chris would wake up feeling listless, like everything inside of her had been hollowed out. Some days at work she’d freeze, caught up in the sudden certainty that something terrible was going to happen to Anna. She didn’t want to get out of bed; she’d tell Anna she wasn’t feeling well, that her stomach hurt or she had a headache, and those weren’t lies, exactly, but they weren’t complete truths, either.