Chapter 9

Danny tried to lift his head, to look at Andre and Lynn, but before he could, he felt their arms surround him, and he just couldn’tanymore—couldn’t be strong, couldn’t be angry, couldn’t be anything but miserable and lonely even with his friends at his side.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” he whimpered as they held him.

“Danny,” Lynn spoke against his shoulder, “nothing is wrong with you. You’re hurt and frustrated and weighed down by far more than any one person should have to shoulder alone. But you’re not alone. Let us help.”

“Yeah, man,” Andre said, “we’re a team, remember? Tell us what’s going on.”