Suicide. That’s what being with Kate Browdy is. She’s sick. And now my father has knocked her out because her immune system can’t deal with this virus. Seven years of fighting leukemia is destroying her. I can’t deal with this. I’m not strong like her. Survival instinct kicks in, so I do what I know—I call Ellie. Numb the pain. But there shouldn’t even be pain. What is it about this girl? She’s not good for me, and I’m not good for her. I’m a freaking disaster, and Kate deserves better. Maybe it’s time to cut my losses.