58: Bombing

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She checks her email every day, refreshing it every other hour. She waits anxiously for his reaction. 

It comes in exactly a week. She flinches when she sees it in her inbox, and it takes effort to open it. She dares herself to, her curiosity winning over her fear. 

"Hi Autumn.

I got your email. Sorry I haven't responded yet, I've been rehearsing for a play that I'm in at a community theatre and haven't had time to see it. 

Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't know anyone named Jayson who died in a bombing. Sorry for your loss. 


She reads the last paragraph over and over, as if it will change the wording if she reads it enough. But, of course, it doesn't. 

But then something clicks. 

She scrolls down to where it shows her original message and rereads it. 

Nowhere did she mention a bombing. 

She grins. 

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