“I can’t.” It’s another kick to the gut, because even when everything else is going wrong, I still want to help my sister. “I can’t help you, Tia. I’m sorry. I don’t have the money.”

“Are you okay?” The noise behind her fades. Maybe she stepped into a doorway. I don’t know.

“No.”

“What happened?” There’s nothing but true, genuine concern in her voice. “Tell me what happened, Jenny. It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” I blubber, and then the whole story comes out—all of it. Connor. The sabotage. The accidental dick pic. I hear a snort when I get to that part of the story, but she covers it well. The breakup. I finally fall silent, and my sister takes a deep breath.

“Wow. That’s...a story. What are you going to do?”

“I guess stay here.” I gesture at the tiny bedroom, though she can’t see me. “I don’t have the money to go anywhere else. Or the will.” I fall back against the bed. “My heart is dead.”

“It’s not dead,” she says, a hint of amusement in her voice. “It’s just...dormant. You’ve been through a shock. Is there anything I can do?”

“You want to come visit for a week? Hop a bus and come stay on my couch? I have the world’s smallest apartment.” A tear slides down my cheek. “That’s all I can offer, really. I’ve got nothing else.”

“Oh, Jenny.” There’s a muffled scraping sound. “You have so much to offer. You just have to let people see it.”

“Yeah, well...if they see what I have to offer, they’ll see how badly I’ve fucked up, too.”

“Everyone fucks up.” She’s so sure of herself. “But it all works out.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Not for me. I—” I can hardly bring myself to say it. “I really loved him. That sounds stupid, but it’s true.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid. It sounds human. Nobody can blame you for that. Those Bliss brothers are hot. And they’re nice.”

“That’s why it’s so awful.”

“It was awful, and now it’s over, Jenny. There’s nothing you can do but move on.” She pauses. “Or try to get him back.”

“No chance of that.”

“Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right,” my sister intones. “I mean, it could have been worse, right? You could have burned the place down or embezzled money. He’ll laugh about it later.” I doubt that. “I’ll call you in a little while, okay? Once I book my bus ticket.”

That makes me smile for the first time all day.

Oh, it’ll be the worst, surviving without Roman. When the line goes dead I toss my phone onto the nightstand chair.