He turned around slowly with his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. “What are you doing?” he asked. “I’m coming with you.” “No, Shay. You can’t. Didn’t you hear them? I’m no good for you. I’m no good for anyone.” “Stop it. Don’t let that crap get in your head, Landon. They are wrong. They are beyond wrong. Don’t let them allow your mind to start spiraling. Let me come with you. Let me stay by your side.” He cringed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t, Shay. But can you do one thing for me?”
