I Left Before They Got Home

There’s a difference.

I also did one thing I’m not proud of.

I read Daniel’s messages.

On his old tablet, the one he forgot was synced.

I found bets. Excuses. Messages to a man named Scott about “covering this month if Tina doesn’t notice.” Tina, for the record, is me. Nobody has called me Tina since college, and the only people who still do are ones who continue reading …