I lean forward and rest my hand on top of Aria’s as she strokes her thumb over the top of Jason’s fingers. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry.” Killing yourself isn’t going to make it all go away. If you jump, then it might be done for you, but everyone who cares for you will suffer. Do you know why? Because you are loved, Stacey. Look at me. Please, Stacey. I lost everything, too.
