Work email.
He still hasn't called.
I didn't look right away. Instead, I let myself imagine all the things it could be—an apology, an explanation, even just a single "I'm sorry" —before finally turning the screen toward me.
And that was the worst part.
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My phone buzzed.
I sat by the window, watching the rain trace slow paths down the glass. The city looked blurred—like a memory trying to come into focus.
Of course.
Work email.
He still hasn't called.
I didn't look right away. Instead, I let myself imagine all the things it could be—an apology, an explanation, even just a single "I'm sorry" —before finally turning the screen toward me. vanessa pov
And that was the worst part.
Here's the properly formatted version of : Vanessa POV Work email
My phone buzzed.
I sat by the window, watching the rain trace slow paths down the glass. The city looked blurred—like a memory trying to come into focus. vanessa pov
Of course.