“That is not healthy, Aiden.” Her concern isn’t something I need. I’ve heard it enough from everyone else around me. “It’s been working fine for me.” “But—” “Are we done here? I have to be up early for more volunteering,” I say, with false excitement. A twinge of guilt hits me when her expression falls, and I have the urge to fill the tense silence. Summer gathers her stuff and exits the office so quickly I barely have time to think. When I follow her out, she murmurs a quick bye when the heavy doors lock behind us and takes off in the opposite direction.
