Apparently all that time we hadn't been talking about me at all, but rather Sarah, and her illness, and everything that came with that. Agonizing as it was, I think I would have rather the focus stayed on my inability to be happy with my place in the world.

I didn't know what the fuck to do or say, Sarah right up in my face all fierce like she was daring me to contradict the ravings of a dying woman. My fingers had stilled, but they were paused against the beaded bracelet on my wrist, a tiny anchor to sanity.

I sucked in a deep breath. What Would Niko Do?

"Alright," I conceded with a short nod. "Just…relax, okay? I'll just keep my mouth shut from now on."