[Evy ignores Will's message for half a day. She's uncertain how best to answer it; situations in which one needs to speak with the police aren't her usual forte, and he's included so many caveats that she genuinely has to think about her answer. Does she want to speak with someone else? Does she want to speak to anyone at all? A conversation can't really qualify as traumatizing, surely.
(And, of course, there's at least an hour spent not thinking about it, very purposefully so, but never mind that. Will doesn't need to know about the reasons behind her lack of punctuality today.)
The reply she finally comes up with is, perhaps, curt, but she can't think of anything else that needs to be said at this juncture. And perhaps that's more indicative of her current mood than anything else.]
[text; private]
(And, of course, there's at least an hour spent not thinking about it, very purposefully so, but never mind that. Will doesn't need to know about the reasons behind her lack of punctuality today.)
The reply she finally comes up with is, perhaps, curt, but she can't think of anything else that needs to be said at this juncture. And perhaps that's more indicative of her current mood than anything else.]
What would you like to know?