It doesn’t help that neither of us slept well. I can’t help but think about how Julian and Caroline will be bonding over a sonogram this afternoon. I feel sick. It’s Thursday and I have a full schedule of appointments today so I get ready quickly and take my own car to work. Julian doesn’t even try and talk me into driving like usual. I think about our conversation last night and I feel horrible. I really don’t want to be putting him in a position where he has to choose, but I can’t find a middle ground I feel comfortable standing on. It keeps shifting underneath my feet and I’m waiting for this whole new world to open up and swallow me whole. I’ve done a pretty good job at maintaining a happy image at work but my smile and good attitude have disappeared this morning and Diego is the first to notice it. He calls me into his office as I’m walking by. “Buenos Días, Lexie. Is everything okay?” This is actually the first time he’s asked a personal question since before he knew about Julian.
