“Gale, my underwear is missing. Again.” The voice note continued, Flossie’s tone sultry and teasing. “I know you’re really into lace, but you can’t just take them with you and leave me with nothing to wear.”
The voice note ended abruptly.
Gale froze, his breath hitching as he glanced at me, panic all over his face.
When he realized I wasn’t reacting, he let out a shaky breath of relief, clutching his phone tightly as he slipped onto the bedroom balcony to make a call.
“I told you not to call me, didn’t I?” he hissed.
Flossie’s laugh drifted through the crack in the door, smooth and full of mischief. “You ripped almost all my underwear. I haven’t even had a chance to buy new ones.”
Her voice dipped lower, practically purring. “What do you want me to do—go without it?”
Gale’s breathing turned heavier and I could hear the strain in his voice. “I’ll bring you some tomorrow.”
My fingers curled into the bedsheets, tears soaking into my pillow as I tried to calm the storm in my chest.
“It’s fine,” I told myself. Just seven more days. Seven days and I’ll be gone. After that, Gale could search the ends of the earth, but he’d never find me again.