Nathan Pov
4:00am
I was barely upright. I was aware of Matt's arm across my back, keeping me from folding at the knees. the sound of Mrs. Scooter's voice was somewhere ahead of us. but the rest was blur and motion and the dull roar of too much liquor sitting behind my eyes.
"Let me help, Mr. Michael-"
"I've got him, ma'am. Just get the door to his room, please." Matt spoke.
She must have moved quickly, because the door was open by the time we got there.
It had been almost two weeks since I found out Brooke had left the city. Two weeks since something inside me went very quiet and very cold. I stopped talking to my parents. The betrayal of that sat too deep to push past. I stopped talking to Matt, to Ryan, to my assistant at work. I locked every door I could find and stayed behind a
