He typed, I’m sorry. Then, I’m scared. Then, Did someone hurt you? Three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again—digital Morse code for not now, not yet.
Another dropped pin. This time: the town they left at sunset. A park bench near the river where you could pretend the water made everything clean.
He drove there in a straight line that felt like a circle, mind replaying every minute that could have gone another way if he weren’t trying to be clever at the wrong time with the wrong person.
