But if there is any way I can help, I have to try.
I slept like s**t last night. I have no one but myself to blame.
That didn’t stop me from trying.
As I tossed and turned, I first started to blame Anya. It was her voice that kept ringing in my ears, after all. If you sacrifice yourself now when it’s no longer necessary, you aren’t a hero—you’re a coward.
I drag a hand down my face and reach for my coffee.
I decide to blame my father next. His personality ruled the house when we were younger. Anya and I were just kids and my mother’s soft, sweet nature didn’t stand a chance.
“You have to take care of yourself before you can take care of others,” she said to me once. She was cutting back the peony bushes in the backyard, preparing them for winter. Elbows deep in dirt is where she was
