It was a gut punch, really. To stare at a text from a psychic as she crammed enough saltines in her gullet to pretend she was filling the hungry void.
She could do this. The whole pretend to be polite and then drift off the face of the earth. A thing that had sorta become her specialty.
Hey, I'm doing good! Super exciting that you met somebody else like me.
Feel free to send their number my way or vice versa.
Maybe she could just...leave it there.