"For what?"
"To get my shit together."
I hold my breath when Nik studies me in pensive silence. The billionaire isn't one to make snap decisions, but neither is he the type to go back on his word. I know his overprotective ass is dying to force me to accept his help, but all I'm asking for is a week. Just one week for me to at leasttrysolving my own problems—-
"A week then. But if I don't like what I see in a week..."
The warning in his tone isn't lost on me, but I'm too relieved to care.
You da best, God.
A week is not much, but it's still something, and I can't afford to let this something go to waste.
If I don't get my shit together in a week, Nik will take over like he usually does, and since the billionaire is big on honesty, that likely means letting my sister know about my headaches.
My sister, who's finallystress-free...because she now happens to becancer-free as well.
And for her to stay that way, I need to make sure I don't give Io anything to worry about.
Two
Me:I really need your help. I only have one week to "fix" myself.
Karen:You need the right mindset to start with. You have NOTHING to fix.
Me:You got me there. =/
Karen:It's okay. I've been in your shoes, obvs.
Karen:I know what it's like.
Me:I just got so used to spending every minute of my life worrying about my sister.
Karen:And now that you don't have to, you realize you don't remember how to live for yourself. Right?
Me:Exactly.