Please.
I’ve done what you have asked of me, Ava. I’ve done everything.
Please talk to me again.
I’ve kept you hidden, just like you asked. Not a word has passed my lips about you since you came. When colleagues remarked on my sudden cheer, I answered in vague generalities. When Mom asked me if there was a woman in my life, I lied. Though maybe it wasn’t really a lie, was it? You have all the parts, but you are no more a woman than my iPad, are you? I kept silent, against Company policy, risking a pink slip or much worse. I kept you hidden, though I wanted to shout my bliss from the rooftops, update my mood to Ecstatic, change my Relationship Status to… whatever it is we have.
Had?
Please, not had.
