I was trembling and as Chloe squeezed me tight, I cried into her shoulder. I knew I had to look absolutely insane to her then; she had no way of understanding why I was so upset. “I don’t know what I said, but I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I shouldn’t get mad at you for being a little pessimistic. I can’t blame you after what you’ve been through.” “It’s not your fault,” I sobbed out.
