Chapter 59 Cam

CAM

Me: Hey. Just checking in. How are you doing?

The three dots appeared almost immediately. Then disappeared. Appeared again. I stared at the screen like an idiot, my coffee going cold on the counter.

Emily: I’m okay. Tired. Pickles snores like a mac truck.

Me: Sounds terrible.

Emily: He’s currently using my leg as a pillow and I can’t feel my foot.

Me: A small price to pay for his affection.

Emily: Worth it, tbh.

I smiled at my phone like a lovesick teenager. Pathetic. Completely pathetic.

Me: You need anything?

Emily: No. I’m good. Mia’s feeding me like I’m a baby bird and Cassidy keeps making me drink water.

Me: Good. Let them fuss.

Emily: I am. It’s actually kind of nice.

A pause. Then:

Emily: Thank you. For coming. For everything.

My heart squeezed so hard I had to rub my chest.

Me: Always.

Saturday, 6:23 PM

Me: The girls asked about you today. Told them you were having a sleepover with your friends.

Emily: What did they say?

Me: Alice wanted to know if you were eating cookies for dinner. Audrey said sleepovers are important for “emotional regulation.”

Emily: Omg where did she learn that?

Me: No idea. She’s seven going on forty.

Emily: She’s not wrong though.

Me: She rarely is. It’s terrifying.

Emily: Give them a hug from me?

Me: Will do.

Sunday, 7:14 PM

My phone buzzed while I was putting the girls to bed. I didn’t check it until they were both asleep, tucked in and dreaming, then I grabbed it on my way back downstairs.

Emily: So. My parents showed up today.

I stopped in the middle of the hallway, my grip tightening on the phone.

Me: What happened?

Emily: I didn’t see them. Jack saw them pull up on the security camera and asked me if I wanted to talk to them.

Emily: I said fuck no and hid upstairs while Jack went to the door.

Emily: I don’t know exactly what he said but his voice got very quiet and very calm and then the door closed and they were gone.

The breath left my lungs in a rush. I was already halfway to the counter to grab my keys before my brain caught up with the rest of the message. I forced myself to stop. To breathe.

Me: Jack’s a good man.

Emily: He really is. Mia’s lucky.

Emily: When he came back in, he just said, “They won’t be bothering you again” and went back to his book.

Me: That’s exactly what you needed.

Emily: Yeah. It was.

A pause. The dots appeared and disappeared a few times.

Emily: I thought I’d feel something. Relief or anger or something. But I just felt... tired.

Me: That’s okay. You don’t have to feel anything right now.

Emily: I know. It’s just weird. I spent so long being afraid of exactly this happening, and now it’s like... I don’t know. I just feel numb. And a bit confused because the sky hasn’t fallen in.

Me: That sounds like progress to me.

Emily: Maybe.

Emily: Anyway. I just wanted to tell you.

Me: I’m glad you did.

Emily: Goodnight, Cam.

Me: Goodnight, sweetheart.

Monday, 4:34 PM

Emily: I went to work today.

Me: Yeah? How was it?

Emily: Good actually. Nice to have something to focus on. Mia kept looking at me like I was going to shatter but I told her I was fine and eventually she believed me.

Emily: Or at least she pretended to.

Me: Baby steps.

Emily: Exactly.

Emily: How are the girls?

I grinned, already pulling up the photo I’d just taken.

Me: [image attached]

Me: Alice decided her stuffed animals needed a formal education. She’s running a classroom in the living room.

Emily: OH MY GOD.

Emily: Is that a whiteboard??

Me: She found it in the garage. I have no idea where it came from.

Emily: And Audrey’s a student??

Me: Audrey is the teaching assistant. She takes attendance.

Emily: I’m deceased. This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

Me: She asked if you could come be a guest speaker sometime. Topic of your choice.

Emily: Tell her I’d be honored.

Emily: I miss them.

The words hit me square in the chest.

Me: They miss you too.

Me: So do I.

The dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.

Emily: I miss you too.

Tuesday, 10:17 AM

Emily: I made an appointment.

Me: For what?

Emily: Therapy. There’s a woman in Vanceboro that Mia’s therapist recommended. I see her next Thursday.

I read the message three times. Then I leaned against my truck because my legs felt a little unsteady.

Me: Em. That’s huge.

Emily: Yeah, not gonna lie. I’m terrified.

Me: I think that’s normal, after everything you’ve been through.

Emily: I guess so.

Emily: I almost canceled it twice already and it’s been like a few hours.

Me: But you didn’t.

Emily: No. I didn’t.

Me: I’m proud of you.

Emily: Don’t make me cry. I just did my mascara.

Me: …

I love you

I stared at the words until they blurred. Then I held down the backspace button until they were gone.

Tuesday, 8:42 PM

Emily: [image attached]

I opened it to find a canvas covered in shades of deep blue and silver, something abstract and moody that made me think of night skies and quiet lakes.

Emily: I painted today. First time since... everything.

Me: It’s beautiful.

Emily: It’s messy.

Me: Still beautiful.

Emily: You’re biased.

Me: Absolutely. Doesn’t make me wrong.

Emily: Okay that was smooth. I’ll give you that one.

Me: I have my moments.

Wednesday, 3:45 PM

Me: [image attached]

Me: The girls made this for you.

The photo showed a large piece of paper covered in crayon drawings. Two small figures with yellow hair holding hands with a taller figure. Hearts everywhere. “WE MISS YOU EMILY” written across the top in wobbly letters.

Emily: Cam.

Emily: I’m crying now. I hope you’re happy.

Me: That wasn’t my intention but I’m not sorry.

Emily: They’re so sweet. I don’t deserve them.

Me: Yes, you do.

Emily: I’m putting this on my fridge when I get home.

When I get home. The words lodged somewhere in my chest and stayed there.

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