~I'm sorry I didn't hear from you over the holidays. I hope they were good. I really hope you're better. I'm here for you. You know that. Have a happy New Year.~
Veronica read the text from Derek again. She knew what he was thinking. That she was wallowing in self-pity through the holidays alone and pathetic. He'd texted her so much in the past few weeks that if she didn't know any better, she'd think his guilty conscience was getting to him.
She hadn't responded even once. Maybe she should, just to let him off the hook, let him know that while he thought her buried in grief and eating herself to death, she'd had not only the best Thanksgiving but the best Christmas that she could remember in years—if ever.
After nearly giving into her desires on Christmas day and possibly ruining everything, she'd managed to turn it around, and they'd had the most perfect day, watching movies. They talked and laughed the whole day. Other than the times she and her mother had done the same thing, this was the best Christmas day ever. She'd worn her medal the entire day. Even when Noah had teased her and told her she didn't have to, she refused to take it off.
She stared at her phone for another moment then decided against replying, tossing it on her bed. The day awaited her. She'd already warned Noah that she might not make their workout tonight. The mall after Christmas would be worse than it was the weeks before it. Every store was having clearance sales, and Veronica needed an entirely new wardrobe for work.
It was going to be another wet one out, but this couldn't wait. If she was going to make a clean start, then she needed the clothes to go with it. She grabbed her commuter mug and headed out her back door.
Noah had replaced her windshield wipers the day before when she told him about her day of shopping. He knew the rest of the week was supposed to be miserable. She smiled remembering his words "I don't wanna have to worry."
He was such a sweetheart. She sighed. If only he were a few years older, damn it. She hopped in her car, slipping the keys into the ignition. The car made a hacking noise followed by a wheezing sound but wouldn't turn on. Her shoulders dropped. "Nooo!"
She tried again, and again the noises were there but no power. Her head dropped against the steering wheel and she gave it a minute. Silently praying, she tried it again. Nothing.
"Damn it!" She slapped the steering wheel, and then it hit her: this was the worst time her car could break down. Her first day of work was less than a week away.
Sitting up straight, she thought fast. What to do? She leaned over quickly and grabbed her purse then pulled the keys out of the ignition. Within minutes, she was on the phone with the auto club.
It would be at least a half hour before the tow truck would even be there to pick it up. Her day of shopping was shot. She tried Nellie. Maybe by some miracle she was free for the day. She hadn't spoken to her since before she left on her cruise a few days before Christmas.
To her surprise, she answered. "Hey, stranger."
With nowhere to go, Veronica plopped herself on the sofa. "How are you? How was the cruise?
"It was wonderful. How was your Christmas?"
Veronica almost said it was wonderful also but she knew better. "Quiet. We watched a movie marathon most of the day."
"Oh, good. I was worried maybe you'd spent the day alone. Noah was with you?"
Veronica rolled her eyes, trying hard not to feel resentful. Nellie had been home for days from her cruise, and she hadn't bothered to call. Veronica had to remind herself of all the selfless effort Nellie had made to get her back to feeling human again. "Yes, he was here. It was nice."
"What are you up to now?"
"Sitting here waiting for the auto club. My stupid car won't start, and I start work next week. I need to make sure it's running by then."
"Well, that stinks. But at least you have a few days to get it going, right?"
Veronica frowned. She thought about it for a moment before mentioning it. She hoped with all her might Nellie would offer to pick her up. "Worst thing is I was supposed to go shopping today for work clothes. I was all set to go and the car wouldn't start." She waited, her fingers crossed.
"Oh, man. Maybe you'll get it back before then," she paused and Veronica heard her sigh. "Honey, I'd offer to take you, but since we were gone for the holidays we're making our rounds this week. Rick's packing the car now. We're headed up north today to his sister's for a few days. Otherwise, you know I'd be there for you."
For some stupid reason that brought hot tears to Veronica's eyes. Besides Nellie, all she had was Noah, and something deep inside her knew it was just a matter of time before he was gone too.
"I know you would," she said, willing her voice not to break.
"I won't be back until after the New Year, hon, but we'll make a date and go shopping then, okay?"
Veronica nodded and wished her a safe trip. She sat there, feeling as pitiful as ever. She stood up, reminding herself that soon she'd be back at work and in touch with everyone she'd lost track of in the last two years. She'd had more friends. They just stopped calling when she never returned their calls.
Her phone was a slider, and she slid it up and down, again and again, staring at it as she stood at the kitchen counter. She slid it open again and scrolled down to her last text from Derek.
~Happy New Year to you too.~
Her thumb swirled over the send button a few times before she hit it. Almost in a huff, she set the phone down on the counter, walked over to the stove, and pulled out a saucepan from the cabinet. This was ridiculous, it was just a simple text. She pulled the Abuelita hot chocolate from the pantry. She was working on breaking the pieces of chocolate apart when she heard the ping from her phone. Her fingers continued to break the pieces apart, but her mind was on her phone, so she set the chocolate down and walked over to the counter and picked it up.
~Hey it's good to finally hear from you. How are you?~
Weird things were going on in her stomach, but it wasn't for good a reason. She had a bad feeling about this from the moment she'd considered responding. Things of this nature were the very reason why she feared Noah would not be in her life for much longer. Just the thought of mentioning to him that she'd been in touch with Derek again put a huge knot in her stomach, but the reality was she owed him no explanation. In fact, if he was truly her friend, she should be able to talk to him about this, right? So why was she seriously considering not responding to Derek?
With a deep breath, she shook her head. Nonsense. She was a single woman.
~I'm good. Thanks for asking. I've just been busy. I go back to work next week.
Her thumb tapped against the screen of her phone as she waited for a response. The phone suddenly rang, and she nearly dropped it. It was an eight hundred number, and she answered, knowing it would be the auto club. The service rep informed her that the tow truck was out front. Veronica hurried out the front door and saw the truck backing up into her driveway. She pointed to let the driver know the car was in the back.
She set her phone in her pocket as she dealt with explaining to the driver where he should take the car and signed papers releasing it. Finally, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and saw she had two texts from Derek. The first:
~That's great I'm happy to hear it. And I'm glad you're staying busy.~
The second:
~So what have you been up to?~
She took a picture of her car being hauled onto the flatbed of the tow truck and laughed softly as she sent it to him with no caption. Whenever things that couldn't be helped happened, her mom always used to say, "You just gotta laugh. What else are you gonna do? Kick and scream?"
His response was immediate.
~What happened? Are you okay?~
She explained to him about her car and her shopping day being shot. They went back and forth for a while as the tow truck driver finished securing her car. Once inside the house, she was just thinking about the silliness of texting. All this time she could've been talking to him, but there was something about hiding behind the safety of a text that felt so much easier. She wasn't sure if she was ready to talk to him. It'd been almost a year. And then her phone rang. It was Derek.
Shit. There was no way out of it. She'd just sent a text, so he knew she was near her phone. The knot in her stomach got tighter and she answered. "Hey."