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“Come on. I know how hard Max’s death hit you. That’s why you reached out to me the first time, remember?”

“I remember you dragging me to your bed.” I’m trying to make her laugh, but she looks sad.

“Well, I was trying to help.” Her smile falls away. “But instead, I became this crutch that you’ve used to keep yourself from moving on—me, Myla, God knows who else