the progress project [3]

1 4 1

fiona

she calls christian with her cellphone that she finally retrieved from a nurse, along with her purse and change of clothes. the dial rings five times.

"hello?"

right. he doesn't have her number. "hey, it's me. fiona."

his voice is still unusually quiet through the receiver like before. "hey."

"where are you? i just got released, and i was thinking maybe we could go out together? do something actually date-like? we could—"

"i can't." silence. "not today."

"oh..." she chews on her lip. what is his deal?

"i'm sorry. i'll see you later."

phone call ended.

"bye."