Wordle #974 - RIDGE
“Listen, Bree, I know you don’t want to talk about everything that… happened,” I say carefully. “But I was hoping you could do something for me.”
She’s already agitated by my questions, and she’s really not going to like what I ask next, but if I make her feel like she’s in control, like she’s doing me a favor...
“Um, I guess so,” Bree says, wary. “What can I do?”
“I’d like to see that text Roy sent to you, the day he didn’t come home.”
“What? Why?” Bree frowns, scrunching up her face so dramatically that a ridge forms between her eyebrows like two tectonic plates smushing together.
“Well, it’s the last thing he said to you, right? They’re kinda like his last words, in a way.” I duck my eyes—like I said, terrible poker face. “And look, I know that he and I split up a while ago, but it would mean a lot to me if…”
I can’t go on. Not because I’m overcome with emotion, but because I’m disgusted with myself. I don’t want to manipulate Bree like this—especially not by evoking my relationship with Roy—but I couldn’t think of any other way to convince her to show me that text.
And I definitely can’t tell her the real reason I want to see it.
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