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Just now, the message reads:
Sydney: Did miracles happen, and you actually slept in??? Call me when you get this. I’m starting to worry.
Glancing at the clock, I realize it’s after eleven. Not wanting to get into things via text, I take the coward’s way out and quickly type out a reply.
Me: Still dealing with family things. Need to cancel. Sorry.
Yeah, it’s a dick move, but I’m so fucking torn at the moment.
I see the message quickly turn from delivered to read, then the three dots appear immediately.
Sydney: Everything okay?
No, it’s not fucking okay. But I’m not ready to deal with this shit now.
The lie flies out of my fingers, and I press send before I can second-guess myself.
Me: Yeah. Just dealing with family stuff.
Syd’s reply is instant.
Sydney: I’m here if you need me.
Not knowing what else to say, I quickly reply with a noncommittal text.
Me: Thanks.
Before she can send another text that I’ll be forced to reply to, I cut the conversation off abruptly.
Me: Gotta run. Can’t talk now.
I’m such a fucking liar. But what else am I supposed to do?
