I told them I was sleeping downstairs on the couch.
My dad's gonna call the auto club in the morning.
Maybe by then, we'll have an excuse for why the tire was slashed.
I feel like this is all my fault.
I told you about "A."
It makes sense that you're worried all the time.
Em, I don't blame you.
I just wonder how you can do it.
You chased somebody through the woods tonight.
You refuse to be scared, even after everything that's happened.
I still get scared.
Mostly, I get angry.
I don't deserve to live like this.
Neither do you.
I'm sorry. Don't be.
I feel safer with you here.
Paige, I think that maybe you should see somebody.
Just promise me you'll at least think about it.
Okay. Get some sleep.