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"You know," she says, "I talked to Andrea yesterday for our first meeting, and she said something that I think applies here."

"What's that?"

"That you deserve to be a priority in your own life," she says. "And you've put me first every step of the way, Quinn...so I just want you to know I want to do that for you. Whatever you need, whatever Adam needs, I'm here."

"But you said you needed time apart..."

"We've had time apart," she laughs. "We've had almost two weeks now...and I don't want another one. I miss you too much."

My shoulders slump with relief, without me even having realized that I was anxious about what she would say. I figured we would give each other some time to resolve our respective issues, but now I know the truth.

We're going to figure shit out together.

From now until the end, whenever that may be.

"Well, I'll let you get to bed," I tell her. "And just...let me know if you still need space."

"I will," she says. "I love you, Quinn. So much."

"Love you too," I murmur. "Goodnight, Madison."

"Goodnight, Quinn." Her voice trails off, and I hang up the phone.

I lay back down, closing my eyes and letting out a deep breath. Madison's words echo in my mind—that I deserve to be a priority in my life. It's something I've never thought about before, always putting others before myself. But maybe it's time to change that.

I think about Adam and how I'll have to take care of him when we return to the States. I'll have to find a facility for him and visit him regularly. It won't be easy, but I'll do it. Because he's my brother, and I love him.

But I need to take care of myself, too.

I'll need to find a way to balance all the pieces of my life—my family, job, friends, and Madison. It won't be easy, but I'm willing to try.

And that's all we can really do, isn't it?

To try and take care of each other.

Chapter twenty-seven

Madison

Barelyanytimehaspassed, but it feels like an eternity since Quinn left for Rhone-Alpes, France. Still...I'm glad he's coming home. I've missed him. I can't wait to see him.

But this does feel different than before.

I settle into the armchair in Andrea's office, feeling a million times more comfortable than I did during my first session. This is only my second appointment, but the conversation in our initial meeting made me feel cozy in this chair, knowing that I was going to get some stuff figured out. Andrea has her clipboard and notebook, just like last time, and she gives me a gentle smile once the clock starts.

"So, how's your week been?" she asks. "We figured out quite a few things for you to consider last week."

I nod. "Yeah...we did. And I'm okay—I think I'm okay. There have been some developments."

"Tell me about them."

"Right," I nod. "So...I guess the first thing is that Quinn is coming home."

Her eyebrows rise, and I wonder if she will mention this in her sessions with Quinn—if she even knows. But she seems entirely focused on my mental health, absorbing the information and nodding. "He said he would be gone much longer."

"He did...and don't get me wrong, I miss him," I say. "I'm glad he's coming home."

"I'm sensing a 'but' here."

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