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The door clicks shut behind him, and I close my eyes. This was exactly what I was afraid of. “He blames himself.”
“Why?” Zack says, picking up a croissant and taking a huge bite. “He wasn’t there.”
“Because he still thinks I’m just some kid he should’ve taken care of,” I spit. If I’m honest, the overprotective teacher act is getting really old.
“He’s right,” Josh says flatly, stroking my shoulder. “He should’ve.”
I push him off and slide out of bed, grabbing a hair tie off my dresser. “Do you honestly think he wouldn’t have helped me if he’d known what was going on? It’s not his fault he didn’t know.” I yanked my hair up into a ponytail.
“He was there,” Josh insists. “He should’ve been paying closer attention.
He sat in a room with you for hours every week, he should’ve notice
