Page 56 of Triplet Babies for my Ex's Best Friend

“Nice to meet you, Addy. Tragic ex?”

“Is it that obvious?”

She looks at me with immense pity. “Babe. You looked at your phone like it had personally betrayed your bloodline.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Worse, probably.”

I laugh again, softer this time.

Sophie nods toward Oliver in the toy corner. “Yours?”

“No. Nanny.”

Her face brightens. “Oh, thank goodness. I was trying to figure out the timeline, and frankly, it was stressful.”

I snort into my coffee.

“He’s adorable, though,” she says.

“He is.”

“Rich people kid?”

I nearly choke.

“I… why would you assume that?”

She gestures vaguely toward my entire situation. “You have that look.”

“That’s not a real answer.”

“No, but it's a real skill.” She leans in slightly. “Also, his jacket probably costs more than my rent.”

I glance toward Oliver. Damn it, she’s not wrong.

“Okay,” I admit. “Yes.”

Sophie sits back, deeply pleased with herself. “I knew it.”

“It’s my first day,” I say, surprising myself by saying it aloud. “I just moved in. I’m still figuring things out.”

She tilts her head. “And the ex situation?”

I hesitate.

Because ordinarily I wouldn't tell a stranger anything. But there’s something about Sophie that feels instantly easy. Like she doesn’t need a curated version of events. Like she’ll take the mess as is and hand me back the funny parts.

So I say, “He dumped me at the airport.”

Her eyes widen. “No.”

“Yes.”

“At theairportairport?”

“Yes. We were supposed to move here together.”