Sophia
The text came in while I was standing in line for coffee Wednesday morning, and I almost dropped my phone when I saw his name on the screen.
Jason: Hey. I know this is out of nowhere. Can we talk sometime? I've been doing a lot of thinking.
I stared at it for so long that the barista had to say my name twice before I registered it was my turn to order.
I hadn't heard from Jason in almost two months, not since those first two voicemails I'd deleted without listening to, back when I was still sleeping on Mia's pull-out couch and couldn't get through a full day without thinking about him at least once. I'd assumed, or maybe just hoped, that the silence since then meant he'd moved on the way I was trying to, that whatever guilt or nostalgia had prompted those early calls had faded i
