She flips the page of her notes and glances up at us before reading aloud.
“Why do I always have to be stupid? Why am I a liability to my sister? If I can’t play hockey, then what next? I have no skills. I f*****g do not want to sit behind a desk for the rest of my life or be treated like a little brother when I’m supposed to be the older brother. It makes no sense.”
Katy’s fingers dig into my skin, her neck bulging with veins as she blinks and fights back tears. I exhale shakily, rubbing her hand. My own eyes sting.
Sam looks at me and continues reading. “I had this whole plan figured out, and I thought it would be easy. Graduate, play hockey, be with Allison. I hate myself right now so how can I ask her to like me? She keeps staring at me with so much pity, so much sadness. I hated it
