“I’m scrolling through photos on my phone. It’s already on autopilot. A cigarette smolders in my fingers. I forget to draw on it. Inside everything twists into a painful spasm. It doesn’t let go, damn it…
‘All right, don’t overthink it, Archie. Right now ours will be here,’ Tery adds to my glass.
I nod, pulling the phone away from myself…’”