Page 78 of Little Bitter Truths
“I’m glad.”
“One night,” she said, lifting a finger.“Then I need to get back to reality.”
If I had any influence over the decision, she wouldn’t be leaving until after the case was solved.
“I’m going to get ready and then drive over to Adrian’s house and see if he’s home,” I said.“You’re welcome to come with me if you’d like to get some things from your house.”
“Can I think about it while you get ready?”
“Sure.”
As she turned to leave the room, her cell phone buzzed in her pocket.She pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
For a second, nothing happened.
Then she gasped.
“What is it?”I asked.“What’s wrong?”
She looked over at me, head shaking.“Last night, when I was drinking, I think I made a big mistake.”
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Mia stared down at her phone, looking mortified.
I waited as she scrolled through a series of text messages.
“What do you mean you made a big mistake?”I asked.
She lowered the phone and looked at me.“I drunk-texted my cousin last night.”
“Renee?”
She nodded.
“Maybe that’s a good thing,” I said.
“You haven’t seen the texts yet.”
“You don’t remember texting her?”
She shook her head.“I had no idea.”
“How bad are they?”
“A twelve out of ten, and I haven’t even finished reading through all of them yet.”
“Do you want to read them to me?Maybe I can help.”
She groaned, then nodded, scrolling through the conversation one more time.
“The first text is from me,” she said.“I typed Ioweyou an apology.”
“That seems all right.”
“Give it time.”She cleared her throat.“Renee replied: ‘Mia?I can’t believe you reached out.It’s so good to hear from you.’”
“It’s hard to interpret a person’s tone through text message, but it sounds like she’s shocked.”
