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“Is he ok?” I sighed, leaning on the door.

“Yeah, he’s ok,” he said, putting his book down on his chest.

“Where is he?” I looked around the room that surprisingly hadn’t changed much.

“He’s talking to Atlas and Colt outside,” he said.

“I’m glad he still has them,” I said. “They have been good friends to him.”

Jude snorted.

“What was that?”

“You think they are his friends?" he chuckled.

“They’re not?” I looked out the side door where he probably was. “I didn’t… have they been together long?”

“I don’t know, he’s pretty private about them,” Jude said, sitting up. “He hasn’t said anything and I haven’t pried, but I think they are. I think he is scared to tell us.”

My heart hurt even more as I clenched my jaw. I had failed my brothers again.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Jude said, standing.

“You know Theo, he’s like a vault and he only talks when he thinks he has to,” he said. “I’m surprised he even said anything earlier.”

“I know, I was surprised too,” I said, looking out the door again. “Well, I’ll leave him alone. Whether they are dating or not, I’m still glad he has them.”

“Me too,” Jude said, sitting on the bed.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early for chores,” I said, pushing myself off the door, glancing outside to see him pacing and nodding his head.

I couldn’t help but smile, wondering what it was like for all of them to be together. It made me happy that he not only found one person, but two, because Theo deserved the world just like anyone else.

Heading back to my room, I wondered if maybe I should bring up my situation to him so he would maybe tell us something or so he knew that I was happy for him no matter what. I opened the door to my room and saw Camila already dressed for bed, sketching on a pad.

I changed quickly, grabbed my phone and dialed Genevieve.

“Hey,” she answered.

“Hi,” I said, feeling shy again.

Even though we had talked a little, I still felt shy with her. We needed to talk more, but I appreciated that she was making an effort to check in.

“How are you?” she asked, as Camila looked up at me. “How are things going?”

“I’m ok.” I sat next to Camila. “Things have been tense with my siblings. We’ve been arguing a lot and it's just not easy to have to do all of this stuff when we are still grieving. How are you?”

“I’m ok, trying to decide what I want to wear tomorrow. Easton, Vincent and Noemi decided to get married on a whim,” she said with annoyance clear in her tone.

“Wow,” I said surprised. “When did they decide?”

“Today,” she chuckled. “Apparently Noemi wanted to get married today, but they convinced her to wait a day so they could have some kind of ceremony, which I don’t doubt will be gorgeous since Vincent is loaded.”

“Tell them we say congrats,” I said, wishing I was going to the wedding with her instead of burying my parents.

“Are you ok?” Her voice was soft and sweet.

“Yeah, just getting ready for tomorrow,” I said, feeling my chest tighten.

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