"What's going on with Clay? Aren't you two engaged?"
I leaned against the windowsill. The sun warmed my back.
"We broke up."
"Broke up? Why? You've been together five years. You bought a place together—"
"Mom." I cut her off. "He was seeing someone else."
Silence on the other end. A few seconds.
"That son of a bitch." My mother's voice changed completely. "You sit tight. I'm coming to Graystone City tomorrow. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind."
I almost laughed.
The first time Clay came to the house, my mom had held his hand and said, "What a good boy. I'm trusting you with my Lydia." Now he was a son of a bitch.
"You don't have to, Mom. I'm fine."
"Fine? You lost a baby and that's fine?"
I froze.
How did she know?
"Chloe Chavez's daughter is a nurse at that hospital. She told me. Lydia, something that serious and you didn't tell your family?"
My mouth opened. Nothing came out.
"That's enough. Don't worry about it. I'll be there tomorrow."
The call ended.
I stood by the window, staring at the sky outside. My eyes stung without warning.
It wasn't self-pity. It was the feeling of someone having my back. I'd gone so long without it.