Never Your Emergency Contact

Summary

In Lauren’s phone, everyone had an identity.

My best friend, Jamie, was saved with a tender, glowing nickname: "Jemmy".

And me? I was nothing more than ten unassigned digits. Just a raw phone number floating in her recent calls.

I had asked her about it once, early on. She had reached over, fingers threading through my hair with that easy, practiced warmth of hers. "I know your number by heart, Brett. Why would I need a contact card? Besides, Jamie’s like your protective little brother—if I’m going to marry you, I have to keep him happy, don’t I?"