we told everyone we’re living there. Everyone. Blythe’s parents, my office, all our friends. We already changed our address. What am I supposed to tell people?
Then a message from a number I didn’t have saved.
Delia, this is Blythe. I’m crying on a plane right now. I gave up my apartment. My deposit is gone. We have nowhere to go. I don’t understand why you’re doing this to us on our HONEYMOON.
I read that one twice.
Doing this to us.
I typed back to both of them:
Enjoy
