Phoebe wasn't crying, but she might as well have been. She felt terrible. There was not a level of upset that properly described what she was feeling right now. And the last thing she wanted was to call Coop home and try to explain all this to him. He knew - God help them! - knew how Phoebe had felt about Cole. It wasn't like she could hide the way that she was feeling right now. Her husband was a cupid. His whole existence was dedicated to understanding love. And Phoebe had loved Cole with her whole being. This was just the worst possible thing that could have happened.
"Piper, I don't know what I'm going to do." Honestly the options just weren't coming to her. Phoebe was an advice columnist who never had advice for herself! Never. She just couldn't ever figure out how to apply what she did for other people to her own life. And it had always been like that. Now it was just desperately pertinent that she figure something out. She was half tempted to call Mom back from the dead for a chat. At this point she was sure that Mom was the only one who would understand what she was feeling and give her an unbiased opinion on how to deal with it.
"Maybe if I just... meet with him he'll go away." Fat chance, but Phoebe was almost sure it was worth the risk. If she could keep him away from her daughters, that was the number one priority.