He didn't answer. He just filled the glass, took a sip, and then glanced at me like I was standing too close to the fridge.
I should've put the phone down.
"Cole, what is this?" My voice cracked. I hated that it cracked.
"My phone, Paige," he sighed. "Sorry for leaving it on the counter."
"I saw the message, Cole."
He didn't even pause. He just grabbed the orange juice and poured more.
"Alyssa," I said, louder. "Your trainer."
"Yeah, Paige," he leaned against the counter. "I've been meaning to tell you."
"Tell me what, Cole?" I demanded.
He took another sip of orange juice like he was watching sport.
"I've been meaning to tell you."
"That I'm with Alyssa now. She makes me happy! You've let yourself go, and that's on you."
"You're with her?" I asked.
"Yes."
The second yes was the one that hurt, because it meant he'd rehearsed this, and I was the last person to learn my own life had been replaced.
