Page 62 of Play Pretend

ME:

What decision?

WILLOW:

To play pretend with me.

ME:

Not at all. Do you?

WILLOW:

No.

I like hanging out with you.

ME:

Me too.

Goodnight, shortcake.

WILLOW:

Night, Ro.

ME:

Let me know when you make it to work in the morning.

WILLOW:

Why?

ME:

So I know you made it safely.

WILLOW:

It’s five minutes from here. I’ve been making that drive for years.

ME:

Just humor me please?

WILLOW:

Fine.

Such a bossy man.

ME:

And such an obedient girl.

The notebook was a mocking presence on my nightstand. Willow told me to read it, but I couldn’t help feeling like it was an invasion of her privacy. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t pique my curiosity, though. The words written on those pages called to me, begged me to read them.

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