He had a point. As much as Cathy tried to resist, when Lindsey put it in those terms, she had no choice but to accept it. She didn't think about it during the day-to-day, but she had changed. When she had arrived in L.A., she was still on the mend from her divorce, her spirit still broken with what New York had done to her. Now, it would be a lie to say that she never thought of Jamie, but she certainly didn't long for him. Finally, she was able to honestly wish him the best with that woman, secretly thinking that she had gotten the better end of the deal after all. While her career still wasn't off the ground, it seemed much less relevant in this reality.
With the work she was preparing to do at the Welcome Center, Cathy was finally finding a sense of purpose. It hadn't come in the package she expected, void of bright lights and orchestras, but it was important to her.
"That seems like it was years ago," she admitted at last. "I think I've learned some things here." And she was happy. Exhausted and spread far too thin, but happy.
Cathy gave his hand a tight squeeze, dropping her head to Lindsey's shoulder and closing her eyes for a moment. "I can help, if there's anything you need me to do," she reminded him. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel alone in this. "We're gonna be okay."