Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
I stay home the next day, stay in bed.
And I think about graduating on Saturday and how everything's changed now.
Dramatically altered.
I'm thinking and thinking and thinking until the sound of a text notification startles me.
My phone hasn't gone off in days, and I have no idea who would be trying to get a hold of me.
I debate whether I should bother getting out of bed to check, but then there's another notification.
I throw back the covers and walk over to my dresser.
This is probably the stupidest decision I've ever made, but okay.
Apologize. And you owe me an explanation, too.
The texts are from Ben.