Sadie would have loved the drama, and throat punched someone already. Fuck. I’d take a throat punch for five more seconds with her. My therapist warned me that I was too dependent on Sadie’s friendship. She’d said it wasn’t healthy to sleep in my best friend’s bed each night and strangle her with my love, because she wouldn’t always be there to chase away the nightmares. Well, look at me now. I was all alone.
