You hadn't heard from Elliot since you ended things. You changed your number. Blocked every account you could find.

Then tonight, a message came through.

"Do you still hum when you cook? I thought of you today. Couldn't help it. - E"

The number isn't saved. The tone is warm. Familiar. Terribly wrong.

You shouldn't reply. You know that.

But your thumb is already hovering over the screen.