I did?
"He was worried, but he didn't really know how to handle it. I told him he was an idiot and he should have asked me."
"Did 'you're an idiot' not convince him to trust you with his feelings?"
"I guess not." She smiles. "Are you okay?"
"What do you think?"
"Did you sleep?"
"Not really," I say.
"Eat?"
I shake my head and take the coffee. "This is all I need."
"I can make something."
"You're going to cook in my apartment?"
"It's what I'd do for Daisy. Well, what I'd do for Daisy before things got complicated with her and food. So, uh, where's the pancake mix and where are the chocolate chips?"
"Why would I have either of those?"
"Boys are no fun. Seriously. Okay, let's see." She moves into the kitchen and scans the cabinets. Then the fridge. "I can make this work."
"I'm not hungry," I say.
"Too bad. Sit. I'll cook. Then we talk."
"All right." I do.
She pulls out a container of eggs, finds oil, warms a pan.
I stare at theNew Entryemail.
I don't know what to say. This isn't a safe space anymore. It isn't mine anymore. But what right do I have to complain? I knew the…
I stare at the link until Luna drops off the food.
She sits across from me, sips her coffee, stares.
"Thanks." I pick up my fork, bring a sliver of scrambled eggs to my lips. "Really."
"You're welcome." She waits.
I eat.
"Is that her?" She motions to my cell.
"Yeah."
"She called?"
"No. Her site."
She frowns. "You didn't tell her?"