Bree’s POV
I don’t know why I feel guilty when I unlock my phone the moment I get upstairs and read Reese’s text messages asking how I am holding up and letting me know he is available if I need to talk.
Cranston and my marriage is not real…it’s fake, a contract. He literally said he didn’t care if I saw other people. So, it is perfectly fine for me to see Reese and to text with him.
I guess that was before the whole pregnancy thing…but as far as I am aware, nothing has really changed between us relationship wise, since Cranston doesn’t do relationships.
I type out a quick ‘thanks for checking in’ text to Reese and look around my room at all the boxes.
It’s a daunting task. One that I really do not feel up for at the moment, but it needs to be done.
Sighing, I get to work.
Crans
