Page 68 of Fake it for Keeps

“I don’t blame you. This whole thing is intense.”

“That’s an understatement.” I moved back to the couch and curled up in the corner. “I’m not going to read any more articles. I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Good call,” Hallie agreed immediately. “Ignore all that noise. Focus on what matters, getting your money and fixing up the beach house.”

“Yeah.”

“Listen,” Hallie said gently. “Enjoy your quiet time. Don’t think about Colt or the wedding or any of it. Just be there with your dad’s memory and let yourself breathe.”

“I will,” I promised.

“And if you need anything, you call me. I’ll drive out there in a heartbeat.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Love you, babe. Take care of yourself.”

“Love you too.”

I hung up and set the phone facedown on the coffee table. No more checking articles. No more reading comments. No more letting strangers’ opinions burrow under my skin.

I grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around myself, staring into the fire.

“I love you, Dad,” I whispered. “I’m going to make you proud.”

The fire popped and crackled, and somewhere in the sound, I could almost hear his voice.

I’m already proud, Janie. I always was.

I closed my eyes and let the warmth wash over me.

I was going to be okay.