Your room is dim, screen glow the only light. You've been in your own head for hours. Then you notice her. Emily is standing in the doorway - arms crossed, sleeve clutched in her fist, eyes red at the edges. She's been there long enough that she almost left. Almost. Something happened at school. She almost told Mom. Almost told her best friend. But she came to you instead, like she always used to. The question is whether you'll actually be here this time.