Zac:Does it have something to do with your prodigy sibling?
I’m shocked by the memory on this guy.
Zac: You mentioned you played chauffeur to your prodigy sibling in your first letter. The one to Ms. Callahan.
Love: How on earth do you remember that?
Zac: There’s this magical thing called paying attention.
I heave a chuckle.
Love: It’s about my mom, actually.
Zac: What’d she do?
Love: It’s what she doesn’t do. Like remember that I exist.
Zac: Ouch. I’m sorry.
Love:Not your fault.
Zac:I know. But I’m sorry anyway.
A small smile tickles the corner of my mouth.
Zac:Look, if it makes you feel any better, my mom is a cheating liar who screws everything with a heartbeat. Is your sibling older than you?
I’m baffled by his ability to throw such a massive bombshell into the conversation, then keep talking like nothing happened.
Love:Slow down. Your mom is cheating on your dad?
Zac: Yup.
Love:That really sucks. I’m sorry.
Zac: Don’t be. I was just trying to make you feel better about yourself. I don’t need your pity.
Love: I know. But I’m sorry anyway.
Zac: Using my own words against me. Well played.
Love: *Bows* Thank you, thank you.
I feel a yawn coming on, fighting the urge to doze off.
Love: I’m tired. Might go to bed soon.
His reply is instant.
Zac: Don’t. Please.
Zac: I need you to distract me right now.
Love: From what?
He stops replying.
I spend the next fifteen minutes overthinking. Shit… am I actually worried about him? My fingers type out a second message before I know it.