Inside my room, I lean against the closed door and gather my thoughts. Jamie doesn’t have room in his life for me—tonight was a huge reminder of that. It wasn’t Jamie’s fault; it was just bad timing, but I know he’s downstairs blaming himself for it. It’s going to keep happening, and he’s never going to choose me over his mom. He can’t. She needs him too much. The whole situation has a neon warning sign over it that says DANGER, blinking, with giant red arrows pointing to it. If I let it continue, I know exactly how it’ll end for me.
