Mila

The flowers smelled sweet, their soft petals brushing against my fingers. A sharp pang of guilt twisted in my chest, he didn’t deserve to be ignored like that. I picked up my phone, my thumbs hovering for a second before typing.

Me: Hey… thank you for the flowers. They’re really beautiful. I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet. Things have been complicated. Do you want to come over?

Jason replied almost instantly, like he’d been staring at his phone.

Jason: God, Mila. I’m so relieved you texted. Are you sure? I don’t want to cause any more problems with your stepdad.

Me: Yeah, I’m home alone right now. He’s gone...