“No, I’m . . .” I look up at the ceiling to try and blink back tears. When I finally find my voice again, it’s just above a whisper. “I’m just really, really sorry. I didn’t mean to . . . I wanted to help.” I sigh down at my hands. “I told Jack I was a mess. He didn’t listen to me.” “Yeah, you’re a mess,” Nina says. The words surprise me. I glance up at her and her usually severe expression softens into a smile. “And so am I. And so is Oliver, for that matter. I swear the man can’t take off a pair of shoes without leaving them in a heap. The point is, everyone’s a mess. Your messes just happen
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