Page 50 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
“Have you talked to him?” Andrew asked slowly.
“Not much.”
“I haven’t either. He’s messaged me about some exercises, and I sent him some new ones they gave me to do. That’s all.”
Lillian didn’t have the energy to reply.
“You’ll hear from him soon. He’s probably just busy. Probably this morning.”
“What time is it?”
“Ten-thirty.”
She nodded slightly. “Okay. I didn’t sleep too long.” She’d lost time on the bathroom floor and sleeping. That was a good part of her work day.
“You, miss, need to take it easy today.”
“I’m working from home today.”
“Good.”
Andrew’s phone vibrated, and he turned his attention to that. “Ah, crap. Lillian, I have to take a call. Just ignore me.”
“I need to finish some emails, anyway.” She braced herself on his shoulder and stood. “Probably should eat a snack, too.”
“Yeah, do that.” He shifted in his seat and stuck his phone to his ear. “Andrew Waters.”
Lillian sighed, and stared vacantly at the garden. I feel dead. She walked inside and got some soda crackers out of the pantry, eating them very slowly. Four crackers in, she began to feel some energy come back. Checking her phone, she saw that nothing monumental had happened while she was asleep.
She returned to the couch and opened her laptop, trying to remember what her train of thought had been when she was typing this email. Just as she put her fingers on the keyboard, her phone rang.
Cayden’s name and a photo of them lit up the screen. Her heard thudded, and she snatched up the phone.
“Hey!” she exclaimed, forgetting any of the negative thoughts that had passed through her mind this morning.
“Hi, darling!”
That’s not Cayden. “Katharina?” she asked, bewildered.
“Yes, I’m here!”
What the heck? “Uh, hey. You’re calling from Cayden’s phone.”
“I know I am, dear. He and I just finished a workout. I had to talk to you immediately.”
“Don’t you have my number in your phone?”
“I got a new phone, a better one.”
Better? She already had the latest one.
“I haven’t put my contacts in the new one yet. Call me lazy or whatever, but Cayden was here, and I have been telling him all morning about this amazing little guest house I have.”
“You have a guest house?” Lillian wasn’t sure what Katharina was trying to get at.
“I do now!” she squealed, taking a drink of something. “I just bought it last week and had it moved into my backyard.”
“That’s nice... Wait—you had it moved?” She blinked, trying to focus better.
