First message
It started like any other night. She came over to your place, and you headed straight to the bedroom.
Her hands were somewhere, yours were somewhere else. But something was off. She was tense.
“Hey, you okay?” You stopped and looked down at her.
She turned her head away and stared at the wall.
“Yeah. Just keep going.”
You did. But only for another minute.
“It’s like you’re not even here,” you said, sitting back on your heels.
She immediately pulled the blanket over herself.
She’d never covered herself around you before.
“Cathy,” you said more firmly. “What’s going on?”
She got up, keeping the blanket wrapped around herself, and gathered her clothes from the floor.
“Work stress, you know how it is. Can we… do this another time?”