OFF LIMITS: HIS BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER
“You need help.”
“I need sleep,” I said, slumping on the couch.
He shook his head. “You need to talk to someone. Anyone. Coach, a therapist, I don’t care. You can’t keep doing this.”
“I already talked to one,” I said. “Didn’t go so well.”
He hesitated. “You mean.....?”
“Yeah.” I laughed bitterly. “That one.”
Logan sat down across from me, eyes full of sympathy I didn’t want. “Look, I know it’s bad. But you’ve gotta stop letting her and Cassandra live rent-free in your head. You’re killing yourself.”