Jessie shook her head. “We’ve been friends most of our lives, but I can’t do this anymore.” Her resigned words forced me out of my own thoughts. “What?” “I can’t watch you get steamrolled by your family anymore. I’ve given you outs. I’ve offered help. But you’re not changing or growing or doing anything other than what they’re telling you to do. You’re their lapdog.” I stared. She was done with me?
