Lol, yeah. I guess he had one in the past. He said it was a bonus for painting a crane.
Alice:
That gave me more questions.
She doesn’t have to say it. I know this doesn’t get better.
But still, I’m holding out hope—for what, I’m not sure.
A couple of hours later, I realize Timmy has turned his location off on his phone. My stomach churns with unease.
Me:
He turned his location off like 15 minutes ago, I guess.
Alice:
So that’s suspicious.
Me:
Yes, very. But knowing him, he’s just being spiteful and trying to upset me. I called, but he didn’t answer.
Alice:
That’s still bad.
Me:
Yeah, it’s completely unacceptable.
Alice:
What’re you going to do?
Me:
I’m not sure. There’s not much I can do until he decides to come back.
He’ll no doubt be all apologetic, yet defensive.
Alice:
And unable to provide answers.
Me:
I’m just feeling super sad right now. But I designed a puzzle and flip flops and a fanny pack for the store, so there’s that.
I was meant to be doing TikToks for my books today for all of next week and haven’t made a single one. Again. Because of his shit behavior.
Alice:
Well, it’s understandable. You’ve got other stuff on your mind.
I close my laptop and curl up on the bed with Sabre. His soft purring is the only thing keeping me grounded.
Timmy’s chaos is like a carnival ride gone rogue, spinning faster and faster while I hold on for dear life.