Sitting propped in bed with bent knees and fiddling with the bedspread nervously. I sigh heavily, skimming the list of missed calls, and stop on Emma. She is the one person who won’t go mad at me on the phone and reassure everyone else that I’m okay. She is the one person who will be able to put everyone’s mind at ease and talk my parents around the rehab idea with a little time. Taking a steady deep breath, I press call and slide it to my ear.

It’s answered quickly, but by ...