My phone pings with another message from Lucy. It’s a good thing my laptop is dead because I wouldn’t be getting any work done anyway.
Update on your guy: His last three Instagram posts are all about taking his kids on their first big vacation since their mom died. I'm not crying, you're crying
Lucy, stop stalking him
You first, Alexa
Time to call in the big guns.
Mom, I need advice
About the hot dad?
How did you?—
Lucy texted me
I'm firing both of you
She sent me his Instagram. Very nice abs
MOM
What? I'm in Paris, not dead. Now tell me what's wrong
Remember when you said never to settle?
I said never to lose yourself. There's a difference
He has kids
So?
So I don't do kids. Or stability. Or anything that requires staying in one place
Honey, you're allowed to change your mind about what you want*
I don't want to change my mind*
No, you're scared to change your mind. Trust me, I know the difference*
Back to Lucy:
This is a disaster, Lu
A hot disaster, Lex
Not helping
Would it help if I told you he just posted a new Instagram story?
No
It's him with his kids
...send it
God help me.