The little green light in the top corner of my phone kept flashing rhythmically and catching my eye whenever I tried to look away from it.
I knew why it was flashing; Pippa had responded to my message. I had seen the well-meaning but entirely unhelpful words on the screen when the message came through but I wasn’t going to reply so I didn’t see any point in opening it.
Every time the light flashed I felt like the phone was taunting me. I knew that I had to call the hospital and that I couldn’t put it off for much longer.
“I thought you might appreciate this.”
Blake handed me a warm cup of hot chocolate as he sat down on the couch beside me, and I looked at him with complete confusion.
Why was he being so nice?
The way that he was being considerate like this and Pippa was messaging me
