“Toby, I—”
“I’ll tell you everything, I promise. Just… get out of here, okay? I hate seeing you like this.”
I smile sadly at him. “Trust me, I don’t want to be here either.”
“If you need me, call me.”
He grabs my cell from the table and places it beside me.
“You need anything, I’m right at the other end, okay?”
A ball of emotion clogs my throat as I look into his eyes.
My brother.
“Thank you,” I whisper, barely able to talk for fear of bursting into tears all over again.
I hate this. I hate being weak. I hate relying on other people for literally everything.
But more than all that, I hate all the lies. The secrets.