My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, the corner of my mouth tilting up when I see it’s another email from Waho. I have no idea why I’m still emailing this guy, but I’m starting to feel like I’m a little bit hooked. Maybe it’s because he’s already seen me on my worst behaviour, or because I really don’t care what he thinks of me, but I find it kind of fun to vent to him, and maybe even a little cathartic…even if he does have the sympathetic ear of a garden slug.
