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"That makes sense," I say, thinking about the things that I enjoy doing. "I'll definitely make time for myself."

"Good," Andrea says with a smile. "And remember, it's okay to ask for help when you need it, whether from me or someone else. Quinn is going to have his hands full getting his brother into a long-term treatment program, and I don't think Kylie or your father would hate hearing from you. Letting them in... it’s a step toward making them part of your life again, as long as you're firm with your boundaries."

"Thank you," I say, feeling grateful for the support. "I really appreciate it."

"Of course," she says. "And I'm here whenever you need me."

As I leave the office, I feel a certain sense of relief, but the dread doesn't quite fade.

I'm nervous about what will happen with Quinn—worried that things will change between us now that he's taking care of his brother, now that we're official and everything is out in the open. We've been through so much, but I have a feeling it's only going to get more intense.

Now, I just have to see this through. Drive to the airport, pick him and Adam up, and figure out where we go from here.

I just have to hope he wants to go forward with me because I don’t know if I’ll survive being abandoned again.

Chapter twenty-eight

Quinn

Ourtripbacktothe States couldn't be more different than our journey here.

We've already had two connecting flights, and now, we're sitting at Heathrow and having some tea before we board our flight to New York. We're flying coach because I can't afford first class now that I'd rather save up for Adam's treatment, and I won't let him go down without a fight.

We've been broken for a long time.

It's time to start repairing that...and it's long overdue.

That conversation in my parents' kitchen was our first and last conversation for the whole trip. The following morning, I packed up my stuff and checked into a hotel near the rehab facility...and then I told Adam we weren't staying. Our folks didn't try to stop us. They didn't even bother talking to him at all.

I don't know exactly what's going to happen next...I'm not sure if we'll ever reconcile.

But it's made me think about the things in my life that do matter. The people who've taken care of me over the years had my back when I was keeping an eye on Adam. I've been living my life and making connections piecemeal, giving and accepting care where I could, and not being deliberate in how I did that.

That's going to change.

Starting with Madison...and with everything she brings along with her.

"So what now?" Adam asks absentmindedly, taking a sip of his Earl Grey. "We just go back to New York, and I..."

"It's not going to be like before," I say as he trails off. "We're going to fight this, for real this time. The way I see it...it's kind of our last chance."

Adam's lips press into a thin line, and he scowls down at the table. "Why am I worth saving?"

I frown, cocking my head at him. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I mean...I've been a fuck-up since I was a kid," he says. "Now I'm thirty, and I'm going into liver failure. What the hell am I doing with my life?"

God, it makes me feel like such a failure to hear him say that. He deserved better.

But Andrea would tell me we both did.

I need to remember that.

"Hey, man—I'm turning things around," I say. "My life...I haven't exactly been a beacon of morality either."

"But at least you have a career."

"And if that's how we're judging ourselves, it's a problem, right?" I say. "Shit...like you said when you found Madison at my place, I haven't had a real relationship in... ever? And what do I have outside of an apartment and a cat? Nothing. Nothing except you and Madison and..."

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