I Said “Okay” And Packed Before They Knew What I’d Sent

the room in three fast steps.

“Emma, listen to me.”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what you sent.”

“I know exactly what I sent.”

His mouth opened. Closed. He kept glancing toward the hallway.

At 2:13 a.m., while all of them slept, I’d used the family tablet and my own phone and my old bakery manager’s Wi-Fi from the parking lot three blocks over, because I didn’t continue reading …