Sorry. All my numbers in my phone got deleted.
Anonymous:
Oh, weird. It’s Dex.
Me:
Dex!! So good to hear from you.
Dex:
Glad you remember me, haha.
How could I forget?
Now I feel guilty for having thatimmediate thought.
Dex:
How’d all your contacts get deleted?
I have the urge to write back ‘because my fiancé is a sociopath and thought it would be a good idea to go into my phone and delete all my contacts,’ but instead I reply:
Me:
Long story. Let’s just call it a technical glitch.
Dex:
Right. Anyway, I just wanted to check in on you. It’s been a while.
I feel butterflies…well, not so much butterflies as a comfortable warmth in my chest. It’s been so long since I’ve spoken to him, but he’s always made me feel… I don’t know. Special, cared for.
Me:
I’m good! Enjoying life on the Cay.
Dex:
Good to hear.
Timmy walks out of the bathroom and back into the living room, and immediately leans over to look at my phone.
“Who are you talking to?”
I put my phone down.
“No one. Just my brother’s friend. He checks in from time to time.”
“Weird. What did you tell him?”
“Oh, barely anything. Just that I’m enjoying island life here with you.”
He nods. “Good. Let’s watch the rest of this movie and then fuck.”
He jumps onto the bed and pulls me close. I snuggle into his arms, and I feel safe and secure.
Thoughts of Dex melt away.