Wordle by Wordle: Day 32
Thursday, Feb 1, 2024
Wordle #957 - ALIVE
“Cecilia? Cece, please answer me—I need you!” Bree’s holding her phone again, this time braced by both hands, and she shakes it like she’s shaking my shoulders.
“I… I’m so sorry.”
I’m sorry for not answering. I’m sorry this is happening. I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sorry I couldn’t find Roy. I’m sorry I lost Roy. I’m sorry—
No, I refuse to believe that Roy is dead. It’s not possible. Roy is alive and well and—
“What am I supposed to do now…?” Bree asks around a wet sniffle.
Good question. Pull yourself together, Cecilia.
“Tell me what I can do for you. Do you need to be alone right now, or do you want company? I can be at your place in—”
“No, I’ll come to you, if that’s alright?” Bree collects herself enough to no longer punctuate every word with a sob. More like every other word. She dabs at her eyes with the sodden tissue. “I-I can’t stand to be here right now. Everything reminds me of Roy…”
“Right, of course.” I almost apologize again. “You sure you’re okay to drive?”
“I can manage.” Bree attempts a self-deprecating smile, but it slips off like an ill-fitting bra strap. “I’ll see you in about an hour?”
“Yeah, see you.”
Neither of us is sure how to sign off, so Bree simply ends the call. I stare at my reflection in the black screen in silence.
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