I'LL STAY.

“I - I just couldn’t be in there anymore, Arch. I couldn’t keep staring at my walls, I couldn’t keep waiting around for something to happen. Couldn’t keep listening to my Mom and FP whispering downstairs, like I can’t hear them discussing me. I can’t do it anymore.” It almost felt like betraying herself as she stood on Archie’s porch, searching her best friend’s eyes for anything but her own reflection staring back at her... But there was something about being back in her own bed - back in the Cooper house - that felt like it was making her sick to her stomach. Paranoia that only that the Stonies had managed to eat away into her brain after days of mind games all but shoving her out of her last safe place and bringing her right to the Andrews’ front porch. Searching for any ounce of comfort she could find through the ache of grief that was searing through every nerve ending. “You said you would take the reigns for a while, right? Please, just - just take the reigns. Help me.”