Page 58 of The Problem with Players

Great, now Avery will never come back to the group chat. You can’t just call people out like that.

Willow

Sorry. I met a therapist on a hike in Japan last month, and he told me all about attachment styles. Like you, Yara. You were previously an anxious attachment style that slipped into a secure attachment style after Alex and you got together.

Yara

What’s your style?

Willow

Well, therapist man said I was an avoidant, too. So I blocked him.

I snickered lightly, shaking my head.

Yara

We love you, Avery. Call us.

Willow

We love you so, so much, sister. Please. Call us.

I began to text back finally, first Daddy, letting him know I was okay. Then Tatiana. Then my sisters.

Avery

I love you two, too. I’m okay. Just processing. I’ll be back in Honey Creek on Monday night.

They both instantly texted me back as if they’d been waiting by their phones.

Yara

We’ll be here with hugs.

Willow

And wooden baseball bats if you want us to take out Wesley’s kneecaps.

Avery

I thought you were a lover, not a fighter?

Willow

Yeah, well. I go to war for my sisters. I know if it was the other way around, you’d take out someone’s kneecaps with a bat. Love you, big sis.

Avery

Love you, too.

At the same time, two messages came through.

Yara and Willow

BUT NATHANIEL PIERCE?!

I chuckled again and placed my phone down.

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