CHAPTER 63

  Caroline

  Shame fills me when I look down from my seat in the ice arena. I'm here to watch Andrew's game, but so are Rebel and Alice. They are sitting a few rows below and shooting glances that fill me with guilt.

  I'm a terrible friend.

  Rebel had her operation recently. I never went to visit her. Again, I'm a shitty friend— I know that. But... it's what my depression did to me. Ever heard of this song, Novocaine, by The Unlikely Candidates? The singer

  sings that he will let people down if they let him too close, and I feel the exact same way. I'm not a good person.

  No, I'm terrible, and it was a mistake coming to Andrew's game. What am I thinking? I couldn't possibly start something serious with him. Not when I keep letting the closest people to me down.