I Bought My Own Umbrella
Language: en
Serena had an automated reminder set on her phone. I only saw it once, by accident. The note read: Rain this weekend. Remind him to bring an umbrella. For a long time, I foolishly assumed the "him" was me. Until the night the tropical storm hit, and I stood waiting for her, entirely convinced she was on her way. I was stranded outside my office building. Ten minutes passed in the torrential downpour, and there was no sign of her car. When I finally called, she answered with a flat, "What's up?" Her tone was cold, the way you would talk to a stranger who had inconvenienced you. I waited…