Chapter 25

“Hey,” I say, poking my head into the living room.

“Oh, hey,” she says, looking up momentarily.

“Are you okay?”

She sighs heavily. “I’m okay, I guess.”

I sit down on the couch next to her. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m being ghosted.”

“Ghosted?”

“Yeah. You know, when you’re dating someone and they just disappear?”

Not in lesbian land, they don’t

“Oh,” I say. “Brett?”

“Yeah,” she sighs again. “I don’t know what I did wrong. The date was great, and we went back to his place and I stayed the night. And we spent most of the next day in bed together.”

“Right,” I say. “And you haven’t heard from him since?”

Nicole shakes her head. “I texted him the next day, and he never responded—and today I tried again and my text didn’t go through,” she says, showing me the red exclamation point next to her last text. “I guess he blocked me?”

“Shit, Nic. I’m so sorry. That’s a dick move.”