The next day there was again a message on my phone.
The messages started innocently enough. A "good morning" here, a "how's your day going?" there. But I knew—we knew—what lurked beneath those casual words. Every buzz of my phone sent a jolt through me, my heart racing before I even saw his name on the screen.
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