Joey, please. It’s been two days. Just text me and let me know that you’re okay.

Can you just let me know that you’re okay!

Joe? Oh, thank god! Are you okay? Where are you? Text me where you’re at and I’ll come get you.

I’m sorry.

I fucked it, baby.

That doesn’t matter. Just tell me where you are, and I’ll come get you.

I’m not mad, Joe. I just want to see you. Joey, please!

I don’t know, Molloy. My head is… I, ah, my phone’s nearly dead.

I’m sorry. I love you.

It’s okay, Joe. Everything’s okay. I love you, too. Just tell me where you’re at, baby, and I’ll come get you.

Are you okay?

If your phone is dead, can you borrow someone else’s and just let me know?

Joey!

Four days, Joe. Four fucking days.

The hospital called. I got that appointment. I need you to come home, Joey!

It’s been five days.

How could you do this to me?

I have a hospital appointment on Monday. Do you plan on coming?

Everyone is asking about you, and I’m covering for your ass, when I don’t even know if you’re ALIVE!!! Please, Joey. It’s been 6 days! Just

call me. PLEASE!

Seven days. Your hands better be broken, asshole, because there is no excuse for not contacting me.

Please come back to me, Joe.

Day eight and I’m going to the hospital. I have that appointment with the midwife. You’re supposed to be there too, you know.

I’m scared.

I still love you.