Furious

My phone hasn’t stopped going off all morning. I knew the moment that I’d done that interview there would be a flurry of calls and messages asking what I was thinking.

A Red giving an exclusive interview that didn’t paint them in the basking glow of perfection.

My mother has heeded James’ warning… until today.

Her name illuminates my screen for the fourth time this morning. She hasn’t left any messages yet, which I’m grateful for. She refuses to allow me to ignore her by leaving whatever she has to say in a message.

My group chat thread pops up with a message from Chris.

I hesitate, inching my hand towards my phone, before pulling it away and ignoring the message. That only lasts a moment before I snatch the phone from the counter.

Chris has been the only one who never judged me for my shortcomings. He was the rebel of the family, but we haven’t spoken in weeks, and I wondered if this would be the one thing he wouldn’t forgive. Afterall, he was a Red himself.

Chris: ROSEY!!! When did