“I can’t.” The pain in my heart intensifies with each beat. Nico’s brows crinkle. “Why not? It’ll be fun!” I wrap my arms around myself and take a long step back. The puzzled look on his face adds to his charm and my distress. “Are you okay? You seem sad.” His bottom lip wobbles. Rafa glances over his shoulder. “You good?” “I need to use the restroom.” I bolt toward the hallway with blurred vision. I’m disoriented as I pass my bedroom and rush down the hall toward the guest bathroom my sister and I share. So much for the antidepressants doing their job. Tears fall in a frustrating act of
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