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I press my forehead against his. “Don’t give up yet. Not on us. Not on our future. And not on yourself. Please.” His fingers tangle in my hair, holding my head close. “I don’t want anyone else to die because of me.” “I know, but we’ll find a way. We always do. Together.” I press a kiss to his cheek. “And maybe it’s time we got some help.” THURSDAY Getting out of bed the next morning is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I spent most of the night crying or passed out in a tangle of sheets, and when I finally get out of bed, I’m still a wreck. I don’t think Adam slept at all. Every time I glanced over at him he was staring at the ceiling with a haunted expression. But once the sun shines through the motel’s dingy yellow curtains, I make him get out of bed too. I don’t know how we’re suppo
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