Texts from Tomorrow — Episode 8

don't bother i pulled my suitcase back out of his reach and said two cold words what do you don't bother the boarding announcement crackled over the intercom liam started fidgering glancing between the gate and me brie don't be like this come on be a good girl just book the next flight I'll buy you ice cream when you get there, I promise.

With that, terrified of missing the plane, he grabbed Mia's wrist. Mia, come on, we're going to be late. Brie, I'm so sorry. I'll give him an earful on the plane for you, I promise.

We'll be waiting for you in the mountains. I just stood there, watching them scramble away from me, and felt absolutely nothing. I turned, walked out of the terminal, hailed a cab, and went straight home. Over the next few days, my phone blew up with messages from Liam.

At first, accusations. Bree, what is your problem? The next flight landed hours ago. Where are you? Then came the apologies. Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you at the airport.

Please just come, okay? Even Mia says it's not fun without you. Finally, petulance and anger. Bree, enough is enough. I always have to chase after you. Fine, don't come. But don't come crying to me later.

I read every single one, didn't reply to a single one. put him on mute. The day STT scores came out and college applications were due, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Liam standing there with a bouquet