CLIO
He can’t find someone else because he’s mine. The intrusive thought reared its ugly head, and once again, I told myself that was nonsense. Before I could go down the mental rabbit hole of all the different scenarios I’d played out in my head of how Aidan and I would end up, the doorbell rang.
“That’s probably her,” Sydney said, excited.
I looked down at my ratty, paint splattered clothes. “Hopefully, she doesn’t judge harshly.”
Sydney waved her hand. “Oh, she won’t care about that. Would you mind getting the door though, my hands are covered in paint,” she asked as she headed for the kitchen to clean up.
I wiped my hands on my shorts, leaving paint smears, before walking over to open the front door. Surprise struck me as I saw Lila standing on the doorstep. “Hey,” she said tentat
