“Bexy,” he says, his voice breaking, softer now. “I miss you. I still . . .” I’m quiet for a moment. “Darryl, we’re not together anymore.” “You’re the only one I’ve ever—” “Stop calling me,” I interrupt, terrified of whatever he’s about to say. I can’t hear those words come out of his mouth. Not now, not ever. Especially not so soon after James said it to me. “You don’t even want to hear what I have to say?”
