ELORA

It had been over an hour since I sent the text and I still got nothing from him.

“Stop being silly Elora Miller." I said, patting my cheeks together.

My bedside clock chimed and I realized it was four pm.

I tossed the phone onto my bed harder than necessary and stared at the ceiling. The silence in my room felt thick like a weight pressing down on my chest.

I wasn’t expecting some poetic apology or a miracle. Just a reply. A single word. Hell, even a punctuation mark. A thumbs-up emoji. Anything to show that he’d read it.

That he gave a damn!

But nothing came. Not...