As is often the case, Alys’ internal dispute ends in a stalemate, and she goes to bed, where sleep will take her away from having to accept that any of this is real.
In the morning, Alys decides that she will check the message only if she tells Sandy everything that has happened first. It’s weird she hasn’t told Sandy and the secret is already too big, and it feels like it’s growing by the minute, and compromising her peace. The problem is, Alys can’t figure out how to tell Sandy.
Where does she start? If she starts with anything to do with Connor Callaghan, Sandy is going to overreact, and while Sandy is the best, Alys doesn’t feel like walking into big feelings right now.
Maybe Alys will start with the acting. The online classes. The trip to London. What she’s been doing the last few months, sending self-tapes, and learning makeup. That doesn’t seem so bad. And when Sandy knows all of that, then Alys can tell her what happened when she finally did go to London.
Alys exhales. There are going to be big feelings, and Alys feels like a very fragile sheet of ice.
“I have to tell you something.” Alys startles herself, and she can tell she said it too loud.
Sandy looks up from her book and her face looks strained. In a moment, she relaxes her face. “Sure, ok. What’s going on?” Sandy has put her book down, open, which will break the binding, but Alys doesn’t say anything about that.
After an extensive explanation that involved all kinds of details Alys knows were unnecessary and maybe a bit weird, Sandy wrinkles that space where the top of her nose meets her forehead, “You mean you have a message from Connor fucking Callaghan on your phone and you haven’t even looked at it yet?”
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