It was almost too easy to remember it, and maybe that was the problem. It didn’t matter he had work and his studies and spent nearly all his time with Greg and Cassandra when he wasn’t in class. He never stopped feeling utterly alone. “I can’t see how not being here would be better than being here, though. You know?”
Cassandra nodded. “Will you go to a counselor at least? The one Greg’s been going to is awesome.”
“I know. I’m really glad it’s been helping.” Knowing his friends were both all right and safe made him more grateful than he figured he could ever say. They’d both already been through so much because of him. Aiden couldn’t stand it if they’d been left damaged, too.
“So, will you see her? Her name is Ms. Walsh,” Cassandra said, sweetly relentless. “Please? I know she can help.”
Aiden screwed up his face. “Yes, fine. I’ll go see her. Stop looking at me like that. You looked like I ate your dog or something.”