Page 77 of Love You Madly

Yeah.

There’s a long pause, and I can practically feel the weight of his next question.

Owen:

I’m okay, I guess. Things have been hectic. How are you? How’s the baby? And Sara? Are you guys doing okay?

Me:

We are alright… It’s been a long couple of weeks.

Owen:

Wanna talk about it?

The offer catches me off guard. Before I know it, I’m spilling everything—about how stressful the last few weeks have been, about Matt, and about feeling completely overwhelmed. Owen listens, really listens, offering quiet support without judgment. Somehow, talking to him feels like coming up for air.

Owen:

You’re been through a lot. I’m glad you’re doing okay, though.

Me:

I’m getting there. How about you?

Owen:

I’ve been seeing Karissa exclusively, but I’m not sure if it’s going to work out. It’s… complicated.

Me:

Complicated seems to be the word of the year.

Just as I’m about to respond further, my phone buzzes with a call from Mr. Parker, my landlord. The conversation is brief but life-changing—he’s offering me a bigger place, and he’s cutting me a huge break on the rent if I help clean it up. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders. A new place, more space for Sara, and a fresh start.

Me:

Oh my God! Guess what?!

Owen:

Chicken butt?

Me:

Cute. No, My landlord offered me a three-bedroom house at a discounted rate!

Owen:

That’s amazing, Callie! You definitely deserve some good news.

Me:

Don’t jinx me!

Owen:

No jinxes, I promise. You’ve got this.

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