10. Drew

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ANDREW

"What does that entail, Drew? And why does it have to be you? Why does it always have to be you? You are not her hero, Andrew. You're supposed to be mine, and you can't even do that—because you're out here trying to be Captain Save-A-Hoe. I have loved you for four years. I have given you four years that I could have been giving to someone else!"

She was angry—justifiably so. I hadn't been the best boyfriend this last year. For some reason, I've always felt responsible for Rebecca. My whole life, my parents made her my responsibility. It was always:

"Andrew, make sure no one picks on Becca at school."

"Andrew, make sure Becca has had lunch."

"Andrew, Becca can't go to the dance alone—you must go with her."

"Andrew, make sure you pick Becca up from the airport."

It was always me taking care of Becca, one way or another.

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I was so used to that, that when C came along and Becca wasn't around, I finally had no other responsibilities. C became my everything. My day was centered around her, and I could never get enough.

But then Becca came back into town, and suddenly it felt like I had to be everywhere at once—and I completely dropped the ball with C.

"I haven't figured that out yet, Claire. So much is happening, and I haven't had a moment to think it through. But you're right—I shouldn't have to figure that out. I doubt Rebecca will ever fully be out of my life. She'll always be in it, in some capacity. But you will always come first, Claire. You and our baby will always come first—from now until forever. We have dinner with my mother tomorrow, and I'm sure Becca will be there. I think it's the perfect time to tell them both how things will be from now on."

"I don't know if I can go to the dinner, Drew. I just don't have it in me right now. I'm tired, I hurt everywhere, and I don't have the mental bandwidth to not go to prison on murder charges. I think you should have this conversation without me. They will listen better if it's just you talking to them."

"I disagree, baby. They need to see that we are a united front—that I'll always defend my woman. It's something I haven't done in the past, and I'm deeply sorry for that, but I will now. I will call my mother and inform her we won't be making it tomorrow. When we go see them, it'll be together. For now, I need to be here, taking care of you."

"Drew, you can go without me. I'll be fine. I can have Joy come sit with me while you're gone. Your mother will lose her mind if you cancel on her, especially if Becca's going to be there."

"I don't care, Claire. I do not care."

I wheel Claire to our room and carry her onto the bed. I hand her a bottle of water with her pain pills, and she takes them, then asks to lie down. I text our butler, Samuel, to have the maid bring up some dinner while I lie with her. C tries to turn away from me, but winces in pain and starts to cry.

"I'm so sorry, Baby. Can I rub your legs and feet? Maybe it will help with some of the nerve pain?"

She nods her head and closes her eyes.

What the fuck am I going to do?