“I don’t know,” I whimpered, letting a single tear fall.

It wasn’t entirely fake — I was mourning the death of my love for him.

“My head is so foggy. I can’t keep track of the bills. The numbers just swim on the page. If something happens to me, Colton, I don’t know what will happen to you.”

“Hey, look at me,” he said, playing the comforting son to perfection. “You don’t need to worry about the bills. You need to rest. Maybe you shouldn’t be making financial decisions right now. The stress is literally killing you, Mom.”

“But who will handle it?” I asked, staring with wide, vacant eyes. “I’m so lost.”

“I can,” he said smoothly. “Even from in here, I can make some calls. I have a friend, Marcus — he’s a lawyer. He can draft up some temporary paperwork, just a basic Power of Attorney, so I can handle the bank for you. Just until you feel better.”