My phone isn't blowing up with the happy birthday texts it does every year. All this time I've been so focused on everyone loving me so this is a hurtful realization. How long does it even take to draft a text? It takes dive seconds. I timed it.
Then just as all hope is lost, I hear a notification. It's from Roman.
Is Tessa with you?
Even he didn't wish me happy birthday. Hmm. Doesn't sound like him.
ME: Yes, why?
ROMAN ASHER NY: She didn't come back home last night.
ME: I can tell her to message you when she wakes up.
ROMAN ASHER NY: She's still asleep?
ME: We had a little too much to drink last night.
ROMAN ASHER NY: Oh...
ME: Was there anything else?
Roman doesn't respond. He leaves me on seen and goes on with his day. He's slipping, I can feel it. So I type in the four words I know will elicit a response from any man.
We need to talk.
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Ficción GeneralSophia James has everything she could possibly want; a loving fiancé, the greatest friends, a promising career. It's a perfect life. And you now what that means, don't you? It's all about to go downhill in 3...2...1. Before she realizes it, it all u...
