"Answer the phone, let's talk about this!"

"What's going on?"

"Answer the phone!"

…

Larissa scrolled upward. It took her at least one minute before she finally reached the message that Wendy sent, "We're finished." The timestamp was 9:06 am.

Wendy saw that sentence too.

"I left the hotel and went home, then I texted him that. Then I ignored him. Tell me how fucking dumb he is? Doesn't he know what he has done? Does he need people to, like, fucking spell it out for him without leaving him a