Page 18 of Secrets on Ice

"I'm not talking to him either, but I want the damn calls and texts to stop so I can think.”

She reaches for her phone. "I'm just sick of this." She types, stops, then deletes it. "What do we even say?"

I pick up my phone. "How about ..." I think for a moment. "We need time." She nods as she starts typing. "We'll contact you next week. Please stop calling."

We both type the same message, then I hit send.

"So ..." Cassidy says. "We're really doing this."

"I guess we are."

The apartment is quiet again, and for the first time since yesterday neither phone rings or dings, and it’s heaven.

“Never thought I would ever be getting a divorce, but here we are,” Cassidy says sadly.

“Me too.”

“But I can’t stay, not knowing …”

I nod. “I agree.”

“What are we going to do?” she asks, and I can hear the panic in her voice.

“We have a week to figure it out. I want us to go back to them with a plan because, at the moment, the two of them have the upper hand and we need to recoup and work our shit out.”

“What about the business?”

I still. Shit, the office is probably wondering what is happening.

“I’ll text Lydia that we had a family emergency, and we will be out of action for the next week. That should give us time.” I grab my phone again and message our assistant.

“I don’t want to lose our business, but I don’t know how we are going to run it with those two,” Cassidy states.

“I don’t know either, but we don’t have to figure it out today. Ready for another movie?”

She nods, and I click on another as we curl up on the sofa again.

A key turns in the front door, and Jo walks in carrying what looks like half a department store.

"What on earth? You’ve been shopping up a storm," Cassidy says as she sits up on the sofa.

Jo smiles as she drops the bags onto the kitchen island. "They're for you two."

Cassidy and I exchange a look.

"What?"

"You left with only gym bags yesterday," she says as she starts pulling things out one by one. Underwear, bras, pajamas, leggings, T-shirts, and toiletries.

My throat tightens. "Jo ..."

She shrugs. "You needed them."

I can’t believe she went and did that for us. "We'll pay you back."

She waves me away. “We’re family, it’s what we do.”

I get up, rush over, and hug her because Jo is literally an angel. “Thank you.” I start to cry.