“Hey, how are you feeling?” I ask. “Fine.” She pushes her toe into the floor, not making eye contact with me. “I, uh, I see that you have your phone.” Oh shit, she figured it out. “I do,” I say. How should I navigate this? Should I tell her I read the texts? Should I act like they never happened? I know one thing is for sure . . . Don’t. Fucking. Laugh.
