I missed them so much. My mom would know what to say right now. She’d know exactly what to do. Please take care of her, Mama, I thought, sending it out into the universe. Love her until I get there.

It hadn’t been a good idea to come back to Missouri. In hindsight, I realized that it wasn’t where I wanted to be. I’d wanted to somehow bring back the feeling I’d had when my parents were alive, but I’d never found it. Twice now, this place had completely shattered my life, and I was left trying to find all the pieces.

If I closed my eyes tight enough, I could almost imagine that I was somewhere else, somewhere that didn’t constantly bombard me with bad memories.

*  *  *

The next few days went by in a fog of prescription pain medication and lack of interest on my part. Alex and his brother put up a Christmas tree, and I sat in the living room to open presents before going back to bed. Even Arie’s excitement wasn’t enough to hold my attention.

Hailey showed up to visit, unharmed from the accident, and I could barely look at her. I knew that none of this was her fault. I knew that. But it was still so goddamn unfair that she’d somehow come out of it all unscathed, but my world had been shattered.

I existed. Nine days after the accident, after Bram’s family had flown back to Oregon and I’d gotten the okay from my doctor, I went back to work and school. Just like that, as if nothing had changed.

I studied and I did my job, but nothing and no one could pull me out of the fog. I just didn’t care. My drive was gone, and I couldn’t seem to get it back.

I barely spoke to Alex, and after I’d flinched away from him enough, I was glad when he’d finally stopped trying to touch me. I didn’t want to talk to him. I didn’t want him to keep bothering me. Couldn’t he see that I was holding everything together by a thread? Why did he always have to push? Why couldn’t I just be left alone to heal?

“I don’t know how to help you,” he finally said, standing in the doorway of our bathroom as I pulled the plastic bag off my cast. I knew I’d locked the door before I’d gotten into the shower, and I glared when I realized he must have broken in somehow.

“I don’t need your help,” I replied, stepping into my underwear. I’d finally stopped bleeding.

“You need something,” he said, frustration making his words heavy and painful. “You barely talk. You barely leave the house.”