Page 94 of Eleanor & Grey

Warm regards,

Mr. East

I closed my laptop and slightly shrugged my shoulders.

Well, okay. I guess I kind of deserved that one. But still, I got a strike for saying askhole, and not one for his daughter missing weeks of school. I was starting to think this strike system was flawed.

I went about the rest of my Friday evening doing what I did best—I tried to call my father, and when he didn’t answer, I went back to reading. Shay was locked away in her bedroom working on her next screenplay for the remainder of the night. Us single gals really knew how to have wild weekends, that was for sure.

I sat on the living room couch reading my novel late into the night, and around midnight, my phone dinged.

I picked it up to see a new email.

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

DATE: March 9, 12:04 AM

SUBJECT: Today

Eleanor,

I apologize for snapping at you today.. I was dazed and confused after after a night of not sleping. I couldn’t shut my brain off, and I took it out on you.

You confuse me.

When you’re in a room I don’t know where to look.

I don’t know hoow to act.

I don’t know how to be in the same sppace as you without feeling some kind of way.

I don’t know what it means that you’re here after all of this time, and that drives me insane.

This is a bad week.

I woke up on the wrong side of thhe bed, and I took it out on you.

Forgive me.

-Grey

I sat up, rereading the words over and over again, noting his typos, taking in his words. My gut was tight and I felt nauseous as my eyes kept darting back and forth trying to process his email. It was the last thing I’d expected to receive after the day I’d had.

My phone dinged again with a new email.

FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

DATE: March 9, 12:09 AM

SUBJECT: Please Dismiss

Eleanor,

Please ignore my last email.

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