That night, at dinner, I sat quietly with Emily, Clay, and Bella. After dinner, Emily got Bella in the bathtub.
“How are you holding up?” Clay asked, breaking the silence.
“What do you mean?”
“Emily told me about Colton.”
“I’m fine. Which is surprising, but I’m fine. I just can’t keep being second to Abby. He needs to figure out what he wants and stop playing games with me.”
“I don’t blame you. I heard about Luca too.”
“That was the best thing to come out of this, to be honest. It’s like this extra pressure has been removed from my shoulders.”
“I’m glad he’s gone too.”
“Why?”
“I felt like Bella might want him in the picture more than me.”
I started laughing. She was a four-year-old little girl but it did show me how important Emily and Bella were to him.
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