Page 109 of Through the Storm

Me

I’m fine.

The typing bubbles appear immediately. Both of them.

Ella

No, you’re not.

Rebecca

You don’t get to say “I’m fine” anymore. It’s been two weeks.

I sigh and type back.

Me

I’m tired.

Ella

We know

Ella

Which is why you’re coming to get coffee with us.

Me

No.

Rebecca

Counterpoint

yes.

I roll onto my side, hugging a pillow to my chest.

Me

I don’t want to see anyone.

Ella

Too bad. We’re not “anyone.”

Ella

We’re your people.

That one hits harder than I expect.

Rebecca

Also, before you say it, no, this is not about Ben.

Rebecca