I should curl up in a ball and cry. Instead i think about everything in the whole entire world that makes me angry - There is a lot, oh, there is a lot - and I start singing Justin Bieber at the top of my lungs.

I am so filled with wrong I don’t remember what right is.

James is all I have. I chose James. He has to be right. Please let him be right.

Everyone here is insane. I am the insanest of the insane.

Probably you should stay out of my head. It’s not a friendly place.

Cole gets up and then says, “Adam. Five texts. I can read them to you.” He pauses. “Unless they’re personal.” I roll my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m pretty sure he’s desperately in love with my sister.” Cole snorts. “He’s crazy.” “He’d have to be, right?

I have to trust that, or I’ll lose my mind. Well, lose it more.

You’re crazy,” he hisses. “Too true.

Crazy must run in your family,” he says.“You do know Fia!” I blurt, then bite my lip.