“John, finally!” I call out, stepping through the turnstile. “Are you ready? I’m

about to hop on the subway, on my way to your place. I’ll be there in ten

minutes, max.”

“Abby,” he croaks, and instantly, I know something’s not right. I freeze in my

tracks. The life and vibrancy in his voice are gone, replaced by something that

sounds a lot like misery.

“John? You sound awful. Are you okay?”

He coughs. “I… I was up all night, throwing up. I feel terrible, Abby.” His voice

sounds like a poker being raked over hot coals.

Enter title…

Instantly, the scolding mom in me surfaces. “Oh my God, John, did you drink too

talked about this—today is important!

a couple drinks each, no

get it,” he interrupts, his voice shaky. “I only

more. I swear, Abby.

my

sighed. “I think it’s food poisoning or something.

to the

blood runs cold, my hand tightening around my phone until my knuckles

“Hospital? Are you

course, I’m sure. Do you think I would joke about something

Especially today?”

cuts through me, and instantly, I feel

clears his throat, and

from

John,” I murmur, clutching my coffee cup so tight I might crush

Abby, but I think it goes without saying that there’s

chef for

through a

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255