It’s me. Sean: Me who? Funny. Sean: I’ll shoot the number out to the crew. The bubbles start and stop. I pause when I read his message. Sean: How’s it going? Do you give a fuck? Sean: Of course, I give a fuck. Report. She’s fine. She’s good. Really good. She bought a café. It’s nice. Her house is too. She’s doing the daily grind. Sean: Knew that already. What about you? I read the text again. A question I didn’t expect. When he, correction, when Tessa invited me to their wedding, I thought maybe then we might start to repair what was broken between us, but even then, things were off. The day
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