Page 76 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

I cut him off, my mind swirling with anger and hurt. "No, it's not fine. They couldn't even be bothered to meet us at the airport? To see you off and wish you well? This is just like them, always putting on a show but never actually caring."

Adam looks at me, his eyes wide with surprise. "Dude, I didn't know you felt this strongly about it."

Yeah, I didn't either. But I've been doing a lot of parenting the past couple of years, and I've watched Madison be hurt by her father too many times...

...and I've had it.

"It's been building up for a long time," I admit. "But right now, I can only focus on how they're treating you. You deserve so much better than this, Adam. They should be here, in person, supporting you."

"I know," he says. "But at least they're doing something, right?"

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

We get out of the car, and a staff member comes out to greet us, leading us inside. It's quiet and peaceful, with high ceilings and stone walls that make it feel more like a castle than a rehab facility. The staff member shows us to the room that Adam will be staying in, and it's surprisingly cozy and inviting. There's a comfortable bed, a desk, a dresser, and a window that looks out over the mountains.

"I think you'll like it here," the staff member says kindly. "We offer a lot of different therapies and programs, and we're here to support you every step of the way."

Adam nods, looking around the room with a sense of resignation. "Thanks," he mutters. "I appreciate it."

As the staff member leaves, I turn to Adam. "Hey, man. I'm not going to leave you here and forget about you. I'll visit you as often as I possible, and we'll talk on the phone all the time. And when you're ready to leave, I'll be here to help you reintegrate back to New York if you want."

"Don't you need to get back there yourself?" he asks. "You know...your cat, your girlfriend—"

"I have a cat-sitter," I tell him, ruffling my hair. "And Madison..."

Shit. I thought this would be a quick trip…that I was bringing Adam somewhere he would be safe. But now we're here...

He's alone without me.

My parents aren't going to do a damn thing for him.

I have to stay.

"Madison will be okay," I mumble. "We'll get through this."

Adam looks up at me, and there's a glimmer of hope in his eyes that wasn't there before. "You'd do that for me?"

I nod, my mind made up. "Of course I would. You're my brother, man. I'm not going to leave you here by yourself."

He smiles, looking almost relieved. "Thanks, Quinn."

"Don't mention it," I say, clapping him on the shoulder. "Now, let's get you settled in, yeah?"

We spend the rest of the day exploring the facility and meeting the staff. It's not the worst place in the world, I suppose—there are plenty of activities to do, and the staff seems genuinely caring and supportive. But it's still hard to shake the feeling that Adam is trapped here, that he's being forced to confront his demons in a place that's completely foreign to him.

I don't care how nice this place is...if my parents were going to bail anyway, I should have found a spot for him somewhere close to New York.

As the day wears on, I start to feel more and more anxious. Even if Adam gets to ignore our parents, I don't, and I'll have to go and talk to them after I leave here tonight. I'll need to confront them about their neglect, about how badly they fucked up to make their son turn out like this...

But for now, I focus on Adam, trying to make him feel more at ease. We play a game of chess in the rec room and sit by a bonfire in the common area before heading back to his room for the night. He looks exhausted, but I can sense his nerves are still frayed from the day's events.

"Hey, Quinn?" he says as I'm getting ready to leave.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

I pause, turning to face him. "For what?"

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