The pink phone. It’s like everything I have tried to do to walk away from that existence is falling apart around me. First that horrible experience with Tyler, so I don’t even feel safe in the water anymore. I told my parents I don’t want to go back to the pool again, and of course they are confused since I bargained so hard for this. Why don’t I want it all of a sudden? And what can I say to them? But what does it matter even? They are going to find out all about me soon anyway. Now that Tyler knows, it’s only a matter of time. And now Irma’s phone is ringing. And it’s not Ada. I don’t understand it because usually when they want to set up a date, I get a text from Anne, or sometimes from Irma. And only if I ignore that, then they’ll call. But there was no text this time, just a ringing phone. Even though I haven’t heard from Ada in more than a week, I remember her last words to me. I remember how she told me not to talk to Irma ever again, to quit, to ignore all her attempts to contact me, to throw the phone into the bay.
