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Trevor: Make it home okay?
Sophia: I did, thanks.
Reaching for the bottle of wine, I take a few sips, waiting to see if he’ll respond. When he doesn’t, I put the tv on and stew on my conversation with mom.
Next thing I know, the bottle is half empty from where it started. I need to slow down since I’m drinking on an empty stomach.
I check my phone to see if Trevor texted back. He hasn’t.
I just need to get this off my chest. The need to say it out loud so I can move on rather than sit and stew. Hitting the record voice note on the message, I go through what happened and how I’m feeling. As I place my phone down next to the bottle, I accidentally bump it, spilling the last bit of wine. I rush to my bathroom to grab a towel to clean the wine off the rug.
Yup, it’s time for bed.
With the towel in the laundry basket, I lay down in bed, but not before plugging my phone onto the charger.
Shit. The voice note sent to Trevor.I can’t help but smack my forehead. At least he’s someone I trust. I wouldn’t have recorded that in his message thread if I didn’t.
I set my alarm and snuggle into the comforter, letting sleep take me.
The blaring sound of my alarm wakes me with a jolt. I silence it and stretch in bed before sitting up. Taking my phone off the charger, I go look at the weather when I see Trevor texted me back after I fell asleep.
Trevor: That’s really fucking shitty. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I’m here if you need anything.
Trevor: You should see yourself through my eyes
I stare down at the photo of me. This must be the picture I saw him taking at the summer barbecue when I was on the balcony. The sun hits me just right so that my olive skin is glowing and the smile on my face is genuine. Much like the one I’m sporting now.
Trevor makes me feel so damn good about myself. It's a drastic change from the way my mom makes me feel. There isn’t anything I don’t like about him. Sometimes I get the feeling he feels the same way. I just don’t know if I could ever make the first move because he’s the closest friend I have, and I’d never want to lose that.
Sophia: Morning. You’re an amazing photographer.
Taking one more glance at the picture, I save it to my camera roll and get out of bed to prepare for the day, hoping Trevor will be at the office.
Chapter 6
It’s finally the weekend. The crisp autumn air smells of pumpkin spice as mom and I pass the local coffee shop on our way to her favorite local boutique.
Earlier, when she asked me if I wanted to spend my Saturday shopping with her, I was shocked. After the events of the past week, mom has been quiet and avoiding me as much as possible for two people who work and live together. It didn’t take long for me to agree. It’s been almost two years since we’ve had a shopping day together. As I got ready, hope spread in my chest that this was her peace offering to mend our broken relationship.
As we step inside, we’re greeted by Helen, the owner. She has the store decorated with pumpkins and wreaths made up from fake leaves with cinnamon in the air.
Mom stops to chat with her as I move further into the store, checking out the inventory. By the time mom catches up to me, I’ve already found the cutest plaid skirt, a floral yellow dress and a pair of jeans.
We peruse the racks, picking out items to try on and by the time we’re walking into the dressing room, it looks like we have about half the store between the two of us. Of course, almost half of the clothes she picked out end up in my dressing room.
Trying on all the clothes she picked out first, I’m quite surprised a few pieces end up in my buy pile.
When I finally make it to my choices, the first few items I try on go straight to the put-back pile. Each time I love an item, I open the door for mom to see and so far she’s liked everything I have.
Slipping the yellow dress over my head, I zip the back and glance in the mirror as I adjust it.It’s so cute!
This is definitely going in the buy pile.
When I open the door, mom’s face falls into a frown. “That isnotflattering on you.”
I purse my lips. “What?”
She sighs and her shoulders fall. “I’m sorry hun. It’s a tad short and your boobs are practically spilling out of it. You also look a little bloated.”
