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But the urge to text him in the middle of the night hits me hard and won’t let go. A late text shouldn’t disturb him if he is asleep, because his phone will be on do not disturb, right? What’s the harm in reaching out? Am I really going to let texting etiquette keep me from finding the answers I need?

These are the thoughts that torture me as I toss and turn in my bed. Tonight, before I can chicken out, I tap his contact and send a text.

Penny:

You awake?

I wait, holding my breath, staring at my screen intently as three little dots pulse in the corner. Pulse and disappear. Pulse and disappear. The anticipation is killing me!

Dash:

Yeah. Are you home?

That’s what he comes up with after two minutes and multiple attempts? What kind of writer are you, Dash Hall?

Penny:

Yes. On day three of fourteen in

self-quarantine because of the

flight to New York and the

conference.

Dash:

Same, but I’m three days ahead

of you. Working from home.

Getting caught up on game reviews.

Saw your article

finally got picked up.

Yeah, imagine that.

It hits national news and

suddenly it’s not too political

to put their name on it.

I saw your interviews.

You watched those?

How else was I going

to get to see you?

You don’t write, you don’t call…

??

How are you holding up?

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