*Della*

While trying to write something—anything—for my book, a message from Donald appeared on my phone. Picking up the device, I unlocked it and read his message.

‘Hi, Della. Good morning! It’s a beautiful morning because every time I wake up, I remember you are in my life one way or the other. Even though we’ve yet to be a thing, I cherish the time we spend together.’

I read his message with a blank face because ...