“After we arrived at the apartment, Abby vanished into her room. I dressed in my pajamas and brushed my teeth, but I sat awake on my bed, digging out my phone to stare at for five minutes before finally working up the courage to text Craig.
Talked to Abby on the way home. I’m sorry I lied to you about my husband. I’m still in a bit of denial, and it’s hard to talk about. I also apologize for Abby. She means well, but she doesn’t hold much back.
When I didn’t receive a reply in the next few minutes, I worried that Craig despised me. Just when I turned out the lights and huddled into a miserable ball in the center of my bed, my phone buzzed and the screen brightened. When I grabbed for it, I knocked it to the floor instead, forcing me onto my hands and knees so I could bend over the side of my bed and search for the thing in the dark. When I finally retrieved it, I read Craig’s text with shaky hands.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Normally I’d take a short reply to mean anger, but Craig’s brevity was common, allowing a surge of relief to lift within me. Feeling a bit too daring, I texted back, So… are you bi or what?
Three seconds later, Craig’s reply: ;)
With a sigh of frustration, I tossed my phone onto the nightstand. I’d deal with Craig’s enigmatic answers later.”