Conrad's POV
I watched as Avery walked into the therapist's office, and I felt so helpless. I wanted to help her, and I'm doing everything I could think of, but it wasn't enough right now. She had been spinning so far out of control. I have a small bruise on my face to prove it and also the broken s**t in her house. I've held her through more tears than she should ever shed. As soon as she was inside, and I couldn't see her anymore, I grabbed my phone and called Max. I hadn't talked to him a bit and I just needed to unload on someone, and he had always been there for me, without judgement. Well, maybe a little judgement.
"Hey man, I've been expecting your call," he said, answering his phone. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't sound very fine."
"I am, but Avery isn't
