I wince. “I’m sorry.” “I don’t want your apologies, Lily,” Ryke refutes. “I only want one thing.” “What?” “When your parents tell you to go to rehab, what do you say?” We talked about this on the plane. I can’t go to rehab. That would entail leaving Lo and a brilliant therapist, both of which I love, and all of that would be replaced with anxiety-ridden group sessions. I can’t form the words Ryke wants me to until Lo laces his fingers with mine, courage filling me. “I’m going to say…go to hell.”
