her.
That I had missed her.
Chloe realized something was wrong.
She called David.
And eventually, she sent the box.
I looked down at the stack of cards in my lap.
Birthdays we had never shared.
Conversations that had never happened.
Years neither of us could get back.
Then I stood.
“Give me Chloe’s phone number.”
David hesitated.
“Alice, maybe we should—”
“The real one.”
He stopped.
“Not the number you told me had been disconnected.”
He knew there was nothing left to hide.
He pulled out his phone.
Scrolled.
