susannah stared at her phone with such intensity one might think she was waiting on life or DEATH news from someone –– this was hardly the case. rather, she was stuck debating whether or not to send her father a happy new years text. he’d messaged not long ago to wish her a happy christmas, though not even bothering to call to say it in person. now, she wanted to wish him a happy new years eve and suggest that perhaps he call her later ... but she was too COWARDLY to hit send. she didn’t want to bother him ( her excuse for the past twenty years even when she’d been at her worst and needed his help ), and part of her felt, why bother initiate anything if he clearly didn’t want to? she was suddenly and critically aware there was a set of eyes trained on her as she stood there, and looked up. “sorry? am i in the way or– ?”
