Suddenly, a few messages popped up on my phone.
“Darling, I made your favorite dish today.”
What’s this about?
A second later, the messages were frantically deleted.
Then, Brad’s phone screen suddenly lit up.
Did she send it to the wrong person?
What a scatterbrain.
I snickered and typed, “What did you just send? I was busy and didn’t see it.”
The other side typed and deleted, typed and deleted, rapidly responding in the chat box.
“Are you at home? Nothing happened with Brad, right?”
Testing me.
“I confronted him about breaking up, but he’s locked me in the house and won’t let me leave!”
“Oh my God! How could he do that to you? That’s terrible!”
“Miss Harper, don’t be afraid. I’ll help you!”
Anne fired off a few messages.
It was all about how to make Brad angry, how to disappoint him, how to make him lose patience—poisonous schemes.
Reading through these, it’s clear Anne doesn’t want me by Brad’s side!
