“I’m so sorry, but I’m going to have to bail on tonight. Something’s come up.”
She recognised the tone of her friend’s voice, but was struggling to place it. She flipped through the various scenarios in her head.
A final episode of a favourite TV show? No, her voice usually sounded more languid when that was the case, lubricated by red wine.
A better offer from her dating app? No, she was usually more rushed, the adrenaline merging her words, excitement fizzing down the line.
Finally, she knew.
“The cat has sat on you hasn’t it?”
“I am imprisoned.”
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