“You know what I think?” I glance at her, not sure I actually want to know. She smirks. “I think you need to let me help you.” “Mia—” I start, the protest at the tip of my tongue. “Nope,” she cuts me off, holding up a hand. “I know you. You’ll try to muscle through this alone like you did for the nursing boards. Lock yourself in a room for two weeks and hope for the best. But you’re not alone, and you don’t have to do this by yourself. You have me.” I exhale slowly, feeling the weight of her words settle into my chest. She’s right, of course. I was planning to handle this alone. But I don’t
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