Call your girlfriend

You decide the best thing to do is to contact Molly and see if you can meet up and talk. You text her first. A simple, "hey, you busy?" After what feels like forever, you check your phone. No response. You let out a worried sigh and shake your head. You'll have to call her. You press call and listen to her phone ring. Your heart is pounding. You can feel yourself start to sweat. You don't want to sound weird over the phone, and you want to address this in person if you can. The phone is still ringing. You can't believe this is happening. You never suspected Molly would cheat on you. And why did she send you proof? Was it her that sent it? Maybe it was the guy in the picture. You sigh again. It doesn't really matter. The fact is that your girlfriend fucked another guy. You can't pretend it didn't happen. You can't hope for an explanation that will make you feel better. Your beautiful girlfriend, and the love of your life, rode another man's dick behind your back.

Finally, the ringing stops. There's a short pause that makes your heart beat out of your chest. You want her to answer, but at the same time you're terrified to talk to her.