MACEY 

I was brushing my teeth when my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and nearly rolled my eyes out of my head. 

Damien: “I’m sorry.” 

That was it. No explanation. No context. Just two words and a period that somehow managed to sound smug. 

I rinsed my mouth, staring at my reflection in the mirror. “That’s it? Yeah, just I’m sorry?” I muttered, toothbrush hanging out of my mouth like a prop in a bad rom-com. 

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