“Jesus, Nic. What are you doing calling here?” “I need help.” “I can’t help you, Nic, we’re done.” “Dad, please.” “I’m sorry. Maybe Spencer will be willing to talk to you, but I can’t. I’m through.” He hangs up. “God,” I say aloud, folding in on myself, my body shaking from crying. “Please help me. What do I do?” My hand trembles all over the place, but I dial Spencer’s cell phone. He picks up right away.
