Page 6 of Molt

Then the elevator doors closed between us.

I haven’t stopped thinking about him since.

Which is pathetic considering I don’t even know his name.

The footsteps start again.

One. Two. Three. They stop directly above me.

I swallow. “Okay.” I lower the curling iron. “Doctor first. Psych ward second.”

My phone rings and I scream. The curling iron flies across the room as the phone slips from my hands. “Fuck!”

My phone continues vibrating and ringing against the floor.

I take a deep breath and pick it up.

Unknown number.

I stare at it and let it ring.

It stops.

Almost immediately, a text appears.

Unknown:

Don’t throw it away.

Everything inside me goes cold.

I don’t move.

Then another message.

Unknown:

Lenora.

I stare at my name as my fingers hover over the screen.

ME:

Who is this?

The response comes immediately.

Unknown:

You know.

“No, I fucking don’t.”

Three dots appear. Disappear and appear again.

Unknown:

Not yet.