“I’m coming over.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I need to handle this without becoming somebody who depends on you to fight every battle.”
There was a pause.
Then he said, “You don’t have to fight every battle alone.”
I closed my eyes.
For weeks, I had been trying to distance myself from him because I believed it was the right thing to do.
Now, when my life was falling apart, he was the only person who seemed willing to stand beside me.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted.
“Start by saving everything. Every post, every message, every comment. Don’t argue with her online.”
I wiped my eyes.
“Since when did you become a lawyer?”
“Since my ex-girlfriend started behaving like a criminal.”
Despite everything, I laughed.
It was the first time I had laughed since the photograph appeared.
Caleb arrived that evening carrying two coffees and a paper bag of sandwiches.
