Making Contact
Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up her phone. Typing out the message felt like opening a door she’d firmly shut. “Hey, it’s been a while. Fancy catching up over a drink?” she wrote, pausing before hitting send. For a moment, her finger hovered over the screen, hesitation swirling inside her.
But then she pressed send, watching the message disappear into cyberspace. The choice had been made, and there was no turning back. Whatever happened next depended on Steve’s response. Melissa sat still, trying to quiet her thoughts, fully aware that this single message might change everything.
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