Bex’s eyes widen further. “What?” “I tried to ignore her calls because I wanted to set boundaries. I had no idea she was hurting so badly. Not until she called me the night before the last game of the season and told me she was going to—” I break off, my voice cracking. I’d never been as terrified as the moment I heard her voice. The panic in it still turned my stomach over. “No,” Bex says softly. “She cut herself.”
