>>19031287Back in the apartment, Carmody cleans up the wreckage of the broken picture frame. The picture inside that was inside bent and folded a little, but she presses it flat and leaves it under a heavy book. With any luck, it'll get its shape back without warping or marking. And if not? Well, sometimes things just get damaged, and there's no fixing 'em.
Carmody's eyes drift to the bottle of Jen Bean, but it seems tainted now that Colby's been at it. Instead, she sighs, sits down on the couch, and looks at her phone. She's not calling or texting Colby. A desperate call to Sola goes straight to voice mail; she suspects Sola's had her phone off for a while now. And her parents and brother wouldn't understand about the match with Priscilla, and don't need to know about what just happened here. Not now. Maybe not ever.
She picks a different name from her contacts and places a call. A voice responds on the third ring. "Yeah, hello?"
>"Hi, it's Carmody. Don't know if you saw what popped up on social media, heh. But I might've got myself into something." 