MY WILD OBSESSION
“Try to rest tonight, Amelia.”
“I’ll try.”
“And drink water.”
Despite everything, a faint smile touches my lips.
“Bye, Blake.”
“Yeah.”
The call ends.
I immediately send him the address, then place the phone face down on the table.
Cassie is already staring at me like she has discovered buried treasure.
“Oh no,” she says, pointing at the phone. “You are not escaping this conversation.”
I groan.
“Cassie—”
“Who is Blake? Why does your therapist sound handsome? Why is he protective? Why is he visiting tomorrow? Why do I suddenly feel chemistry through a speakerphone?”