every time I cried for you,” I say with a sob. “I know he thinks we are going somewhere, but we aren’t. He’s a friend, that’s it.” As soon as the words are out I realize why he has never been more than that to me. Because only one person will be more than that for me and I will never have him again. With this realization, I lose it. I put my head in my hands and I cry over everything we have lost the past few years. I don’t think I can cry anymore when I feel Jaxon put his arms around me and lift me before sitting me down in his lap. I bury my face in his neck and continue to cry for I don’t know how long.
“We will figure it out. It’s going to be okay,” he whispers.
“No it’s not,” I say, lifting my head. “I think Trent’s the one who sent those pictures.”
“Why do you think he sent the pictures?” he asks quietly. I sit up and try to remove myself from his lap as much as possible in this chair. I had almost forgotten we weren’t the only two in the room.
“After I met Callie and Leighton and learned about the pictures, I called Trent to tell him. I told him you had never seen the pictures of Ava because you had seen pictures of the two of us and thought they were more of those. I didn’t say what the pictures were because Ava was in the car and I didn’t want her hearing anything even if she wouldn’t understand. He slipped though. He said just because you had pictures of us in bed together didn’t mean you shouldn’t want to meet your daughter. I never told him what was in the pictures. So if I didn’t tell him and you didn’t tell him, how did he know?”
“I don’t know. But Maya, those pictures were real. Even if you don’t want to admit it, you were in bed with him,” he says, making me lose it again. How can you be in bed with someone and not even remember it.
“I promise, I was not with him. I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Do you think he drugged you?” Callie asks, speaking for the first time.
“Wouldn’t I remember that?” I ask, watching her shrug her shoulders.
“I have no idea,” she says. “I believe you, but Jaxon has proof and that’s hard to overlook. Is Trent dangerous?”
“I don’t think so. I know he would never hurt me or Ava, but he is going to be furious that I’m here. He’s expecting me home tonight. I just couldn’t after my last conversation with him. Something is definitely off.”
“You can’t take her away from me. I want to have her in my life,” Jaxon says. I’m trying not to focus on the fact that he only said her. I know I lost my chance with him a long time ago.
“I know, I would never keep her from you, but my life and job is in Atlanta,” I say.
“Where do you work?” Callie asks, probably trying to change the subject.
“I own my own photography studio.”
“Wow, that’s great. Maybe you can take some pictures of the girls while you are here. I haven’t had their picture made yet,” she says, sounding very sincere.
“Sure, I would love to.” I’m about to ask Jaxon when he wants to meet Ava when my phone starts ringing. I pull it out of my purse and look down to see Trent’s name on the screen. This can’t be good.
“I should probably take this,” I say, trying to stand up. Jaxon grabs me around the waist and pulls me back down.
“He can wait,” he says, taking the phone from me. “We need to figure out what you are going to tell him. Ava is not going anywhere near him until we figure out how he knew about those pictures.” I nod my head at him and grab my phone back.
“I think I should just tell him I am staying here a couple of days. He’s not going to like it, but I don’t think I can go back, not yet.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, my phone starts ringing again.
“He’s persistent,” Jaxon says, looking down at the screen.
“I’ll be right back.” I get up and walk back into the kitchen.
“Hey Trent,” I say, trying to sound somewhat
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