"Cassidy. What you're describing sounds like—"
"Don't." She spun toward me, and the rawness in her eyes had transformed into something harder. More familiar. The walls were going back up in real time. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you UNDERSTAND. Like you've got me all figured out." She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I don't need your sympathy, scholarship boy. I don't need anything from you."
She grabbed the math textbook off the floor. For a second I thought she was going to throw it at me.
Instead, she set it on the coffee table.
"This was a waste of time. Just like I said it would be."
"Cassidy, wait." I stood up. "That's not—"
"We're done." She cut me off without looking at me. "Session over. Go home."
I should have pushed. Should have said something. Found the right words to break through the walls she'd slammed back into place.
But I was tired.
