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I can’t sleep. Tossing and turning for hours since Bryant brought us home in a cab, yet I don’t want to get out of bed and disturb Greta. She’s a light sleeper, even if she drunk a lot and would hear me wandering about. She looked exhausted, and I didn’t want to burden her with my problems until morning. One of us should be well-rested, at least. My head’s too messy, and I haven’t told her about kissing Jyeon or where he was going after he left. She doesn’t know about Claire, and Bryant didn’t seem to yet either. I’m guessing Jyeon would have told him after he left us, though.

I get it. I do. The reason he feels responsible for this and the fact they reached out to him to accompany her. She tried to kill herself, and she shouldn’t be alone in a hospital after that. He knows it’s because of the other day and the very blunt way he dashed all her hopes, and it didn’t sound like she has anyone else. It all ma