The next day, I went for Christopher. Andrew stayed by my side the entire time, not leaving me for a single second. I assumed it was an order from Ramsés. On the way to rehab, he took my hand; he was very nervous.
"I don't know what awaits me in there, Bree, but I'm going to get better. I promise."
"I hope so. I want to see you well again."
When I said goodbye to him, I shed a few tears. Nothing could stop me from feeling guilty—nothing. So, I hugged him a little longer.
"I'll visit you next time," I said, saying goodbye. I didn't want to go back to the company; I wasn't in the mood for it, so I called Sky.
"Can we meet?"
"Yes, did something happen? I'm at my gallery now. Do you want to come? I'll finish something, and we can go for a coffee."
"Everything's fine; don't worry. I'm he
