“Don’t okay.” I slump back angrily. “Don’t hit me with your professional psychobabble, therapy tone, and backward questioning, Emma. I don’t need it from you right now. Hell, yes, it makes me angry … it’s Arrick. He’s like a brother to me. He’s been through everything with me, seen everything, been everything to me. I wouldn’t have gotten through without him.” I bite on my bottom lip to control the wobble in my voice and turn to gaze meaninglessly across the kitchen ...