The Plus One (A Brush With Love, #3)

by Mazey Eddings

You’re put into impossible situations and all you can do is your best.” “My ‘best’ resulted in people dying, Indira. How can I ever forgive myself for that? How can I ever erase the idea that I inserted myself into situations I wasn’t ready for, when someone else, someone more capable, could have been doing the job?” Indira’s eyes flicked across his face. “I don’t understand what that means,” she said, a certain helplessness to her voice. Jude fisted his hands in his hair. Fuck. Why was talking so hard? “It’s like, I applied for this program, right? I submitted an application for the spot; I went through interviews. I painted the best version of myself to review boards for the sole purpose of getting money for school. Not for helping. Not for saving people. But to avoid all this debt. To unburden myself from a loan payment every month. But who’s to say I didn’t steal the spot from someone more capable? Someone who could have actually saved all these people? How am I supposed to live with myself when my shortcomings could be the reason people no longer exist?” Great, Jude was crying again. Indira chewed on her lip. “Jude, have you ever talked to a therapist about all of this?”