Only one more exchange

There seems to be one more exchange before today's message.

Saturday (6 days ago) 6:06 PM
Jenna: u around
Jason: ya whats up
Jenna: Id like to see you
Jenna: can you meet me
Jason: sure where?
Jenna:University Lounge
Jason: yeah i can swing that

You had been in San Diego with Jared that day, all day. Jenna had suggested it in fact: a father-son bonding day. A day at Sea World, and a Dodgers-Padres game at night.
Had it been a ruse?

Sunday 9:45 AM
Jenna: hey
Jason: hey
Jenna: I don't think we should talk anymore
Jason: "talk"
Jenna: maybe if i could keep it to talking but that doesnt seem possible
Jason: I see
Jenna: Im sorry Its not you
Jason: heard it before jenna
Jenna: i cant do this i cant lose my family
Jason: dont expect me to be happy about it
Jenna: im not happy either but i cant
Jason: didnt i make you feel good
Jenna: Jason please.... you know that you did and thats the fucking problem
Jason: if you want to go back and lie to yourself that your happy i cant stop you but dont expect me to hang around for when you feel like it
Jenna: :'-(

And that's it. That's the last until Jason texted this morning.
It's devastating. You don't have details, but do you need them? Whether they made out, or fooled around or fucked, the betrayal is the same. You guess there's some comfort in the fact that she seems to have broken it off. But she still hasn't blocked him.
You know that tug yourself. You tell yourself you aren't going to have a cookie. But you don't throw them away. In case...you might change your mind later. Jenna wasn't throwing the cookies away.

You aren't sure how to process this information, but if you don't head down to the pool and put on a show, Jenna's going to get suspicious.
Trying to act normal as Jenna thanks you for finishing the prep by yourself, you set up the minibar and fix yourself a frozen margarita to help you get right. Zoe's in the pool in her sports panties and a white t-shirt. Guess she never had time to grab a bathing suit.
You stare at Jenna as she gabs with Karen. Can you... let this go? You don't know if you're strong enough to confront her. Perhaps its best to just continue as if nothing's happening.
You drain the margarita.