Oh my god, hey! How’s it going?
I feel like such a jerk, man. It has been the craziest week. I am literally just seeing this ransom note now.
Ugh, I’m the worst.
Okay, hang on, hang on, I’m just skimming back through—ah, shit. I see you set a meet time two nights ago, right under the old oak tree in Magellan Park. You didn’t end up—
You did? You weren’t waiting long, were you?
A couple of hours? Even though you hadn’t heard from me? Huh, okay. I mean, I would’ve confirmed at least—
No, no, totally fair. I get it, that’s on me.
Wait, that wasn’t the night with all the crazy rain, was it? Man, you must’ve gotten soaked.
How’s my kid holding up, anyway?
Oh, yeah, that sounds like him. Hey, let me ask you a question: Are you giving him a little iPad time at night?
All right, I mean, that’s your call. I know I tried to be a real “no screen time” hardliner at first, but honestly, you’re just punishing yourself. Believe me, I’m not going to tell anyone if he gets a little too much time with Ms. Rachel if it’s going to make your life easier.


