“No,” I hurriedly say, reaching out to stop her but thinking better of it. Maybe I should let her go. Jason is gone and surely not coming back. I really shouldn’t care anymore what she has to say. “I know I’ve been an asshole, but I’d never call you the help. Or worthless. Or stupid or anything that he said because they’re all lies. You’re none of that. You’re—” “I don’t need you to tell me what I am, Camden. I know what I am. His words don’t matter.”
