“Okay, so I’m going to start at the beginning,” Lexie said. “It’ll be fast, I promise.” She exchanged a glance with Stacey, who wore the worry right on her face. Lexie didn’t like that, but she couldn’t stop now.
“I grew up with an alcoholic father. Jason and I dated in New York for about a year, seven years ago. When the market crashed, my company almost went under. My brother sold Jason to the press, and he lost his life in the city.” She had too, but that wasn’t an important detail for them.
“Fast forward to now, and we started about where we left off seven years ago, what?” She looked at Sasha. “A few weeks ago. Stuff happened, and we broke up.”
“What stuff?” Gina asked.
Lexie nodded at Esther, who glanced at her phone though the screen was blank. “When he was twenty-one-years-old,
