Page 111 of Through the Storm

Rebecca

You don’t have to explain anything to us.

Rebecca

You’re allowed to make whatever choices you want to make.

My throat tightens.

I stare at the screen for a long moment, thumb hovering.

Then, finally?—

Me

Fine.

Me

But I’m not putting on real pants.

Ella

Deal.

Rebecca

Proud of you.

Rebecca

Still think you’re being silly. But I’m proud anyway.

Me

Just so we’re clear.

The typing bubbles pause. That alone tells me they know what’s coming.

Me

You can’t convince me.

Me

And you definitely can’t trick me into seeing Ben.

Ella

Hey.

Ella

I would never do that.

Rebecca

I might.