The pause was longer this time. Two full minutes. Natalie could picture her perfectly: chain-smoking on the fire escape of that sublet in Hollywood, phone in one hand, the other picking at a cuticle. The girl who could sell ice to Eskimos but couldn’t hold a security deposit for more than six weeks.
“Yeah?”
The Check-In
Is everything ok?
Natalie grabbed her keys. The text from Gia still glowed on the screen. is everything ok? gia paige