Liberating Tinkerbell

Sipping her Diet Coke and listening to Mel and Rosa chat about rosters, Anna stared at her chicken sandwich and burst into tears. Mel put her hand over Anna’s and looked at Rosa sadly, seeking some kind of direction.

“Alright babe, what can we do? We need to sort this out, even if I have to buy a magnifying glass and overcoat and follow that sorry asshole myself,” Rosa declared.

“I’m just over it. I’ve given him so many opportunities to tell me what’s wrong. I know he’s worried about his mom, I know he’s stressed about work, but he wasn’t even this moody or unpredictable when his dad died,” Anna sobbed.

“If this was a romance novel, you’d check his phone and smell his clothes when he got home,” Mel helpfully supplied.