Wordle #955 - EXPEL
I send Bree another text, this time asking whether they have a doorbell camera and if she has reviewed it.
She’s typing out a reply. Three little dots march across the text bubble at the bottom of the screen, and then stop. No message appears.
Well, it’s not uncommon for Bree to get distracted, even mid-text. I make sure my notification volume is turned up and then put my phone aside. It looks like I have a moment for a shower, finally.
By the time I’m done and toweling off my hair, Bree hasn’t replied yet. Huh…
A couple more hours go by with still no response, and I begin to wonder whether everyone I know is slowly being Raptured.
I’m in the middle of watching a YouTube video about abandoned theme parks when my phone finally rings. It’s Bree. I take a second to pause the video and smooth down my hair, not wanting her to think I was anxiously waiting by my phone for her call. Which I was. I move the camera to what I hope is a flattering angle and answer.
“Cecilia!” Bree’s face is too close to her phone, which shakes wildly in her grasp. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying, mascara smudged across her blotchy cheeks. She tries to say more but is only able to expel a hiccupy sob.
“Oh my god, Bree! Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“It’s—it’s Roy,” Bree wails. “Roy’s dead.”
Notes:
DUN DUN DUUUN!
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